Annie POV
Laughing, I run across the beach barefoot while Finnick follows me. It's the good times, when there are no Hunger Games, no reminder of the pain and Finnick gets to stay. The sand runs through my toes as it gets kicked up behind me as I run from Finnick. He's faster than I am though, and soon he wraps his arms around my slim waist, lifting me into the air and spinning me around. He sets me down, but his arms don't leave my waist and he places his chin on my shoulder, leaning against my head.
"I love you Annie. More than you can imagine." He whispers softly in my ear, the emotion in his words becoming evident in his tone. I can't stop the flutter of butterflies I get whenever he tells me that, or the grin that spreads across my face.
"And you have no idea how much I love you Finn. You're the reason I still have some sanity inside of me. I don't understand how you can love me Finnick. You're perfect. You're such an angel, Finn, yet you call me Angel. I'm mad for god's sake!" I just don't understand how he can love someone like me. I turned in his arms and was met with a frown.
"Annie. You are an angel. You are perfect Annie. You are not mad. Even if you are, I'll always love you! Even if you are, it's not your fault! I call you Angel because you are one. You say I'm perfect but you have no idea how amazing you are. God, I can't even describe how I feel about you. It drives me fucking crazy when I don't get to see you. Just seeing your face gives me butterflies. I love being able to call you mine. God Annie, I love you. So, so, much. So much it hurts Annie." A single tear rolled down my face and he wiped it away with his thumb. "Please don't cry Angel. Did I do something wrong?" His voice, oh god it was killing me. It cracked at the end, his face nervous and concerned just like his voice.
"No Finn. You're just so goddamn amazing. Nobody's ever said something like that to me. I don't know what I did to deserve you." It's true, I don't. Peeling my eyes away from his perfect face I realized that the sun had began to set. Grabbing hold of Finnick's hand I dragged him down onto the sand with me. "Look! The sun's setting!" I exclaimed excitedly.
Finnick chuckled at my excitement and pulled me closer. I rested my head in the crook of his neck, our hands intertwined. "Its so pretty…" I murmured. I felt Finnick look at me and he replied, "not as pretty as you, Angel."
"Oh, so now you're getting cheesy on me, Odair?" I laughed.
"Don't tell me you don't love it!" he grinned stupidly.
I rolled my eyes and said, "And cocky as well I see." He just laughed and pulled me in for a soft kiss while the sun sets behind us.