"Sugar cube?" I offer as I hold out my palm towards Finnick. He carefully turns towards me and smiles unsurely as he takes the small white cube and places it in his mouth.
I and Finnick sit in stiff silence for what feels like hours, but in reality were only a few minutes. Don't cry, I remind myself as I tightly grip the white sand below me. I try to block out the thought of my name being called today and focus on the soft wind blowing in my face.
"They're going to pick me today," Finnick stares at me in disbelief as a single tear rolls down my face.
"Why do you think that flower?" he mumbles, not sounding pleased as he rubs a hand over his tired face.
I shake my head and sigh "You're so naive Finn," I laugh sadly at the situation I'm in, how can he think I wont suffer? He rejected Snows offer, what does he think will happen? I'll be handed a gold key on a plate to my big mansion with a pet bloody unicorn with a ribbon around it?
"Snow doesn't take no as an answer Finnick, I thought you knew that already." I huffed out as I stretch my legs in front of me. He doesn't answer for a few seconds and we sit in an awkward silence
"You won't." He hisses out over clenched teeth.
I resist the powerful urge to roll me eyes, "Snow wants to hurt you," I hiss "You saw the threat!"
"I would hardly call a white rose a threat," he mumbles as he plays with the sand. I feel a surge of anger go through me.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Finnicks head snaps up as he stares at my flushed face "This is serious Finnick." He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
"I know, I know," He opens his eyes and reaches for my hand, he softly rubs circles over my knuckles "I don't want to fight." He scoots over to me and kisses my forehead. I rest my head on his shoulder and take a quiet breathe. How did I get myself in this situation? Because you feel in love with the capitals victor, sweetheart my mind hissed.
"I'm scared Finny." I mumble into his shoulder
"I know me to." He replies' softly into my hairline, I raise my head off his shoulder and give him a shaky smile. We sit in silence, with the exception of the humming waves. I watched as the gentle waves hugged the rocks, the bright sun warmed my bronze skin and made the sea look like sparking sequins.
I'm going to miss being able to just sit peacefully and look out at the ocean, the only problem is that we will never be safe from the bony clutches of president Snow, why cant the sadistic old man die? If I could I would rip out his intestines and cut his body parts off and have them hung in every district, even that would be too merciful for the monster.
I smirk to myself and stare at the boy, man that sits beside me. Two years ago he went into The Hunger Games and won at the age of fourteen, now at sixteen he looks older than his years, when he came home I nearly didn't recognise him. That's why I'm so adamant to going into The Games, I don't care if I die but I know if I did Finnick would break and blame himself for the rest of his life, I shudder as I think of what happened to Haymitch.
"Want to go in?" Finnick asks as he rubs his hand up and down my arm, I nod and we silently walk to the square, where I would face my fate. I turn around and take one more longing look towards the glistening ocean, I turn around and keep walking with a determined look in my eye, I glanced at Finnick as he held a hand for me, in that moment I knew I didn't care who I needed to kill to get it done, but I would come back to him, because he was my home. H e was my anchor.