*Katniss POV*
The sun had shown ever so bright on the sand after we had finally escaped the forest. The screams and cries of my loved ones still echoed through my skull causing violent tremors to occasionally rack my body. I sat in silence watching as my hands trembled. People were talking behind me but I couldn't bother to listen.
I looked up from my hands slowly, scanning my eyes across the sand until I catch glimpse of Finnick sitting a couple of feel into the water. I can see him shaking the same way I am.
Without thinking I pulled myself off the ground and slowly walked to Finnick. The water was warm against my feet, when I was about calf deep I sat beside him. Neither of us spoke or took our eyes off the water.
The water was so clear in the shallow areas, I could see my hands that rested gently in my lap, I could see my legs, although the image would blur occasionally from the gentle pulse of the waves.
My eyes wander a little to my left I see Finnick hand bobbing palm down just beneath the surface of the water. I will myself to hear the rest of the world for a moment, at first the gentle lullaby of the water christened my ears. Then after a moment, the softest of sobs came from my left. I could feel tears swelling in my eyes but blink them back quickly. 'I will not cry' I tell myself. Instead I slowly place my hand on top of his, squeezing it gently.
His eyes shoot to mine and what I saw was over whelming. His perfect blue eyes where tinted gray with sorrow, the whites of his eyes stained red from tears that rolled off his face and into the water. His gorgeous face was contorted in a way I would never have thought possible. He was still beautiful and I doubt highly that that will ever change, but he was beautiful in the way that fire was beautiful. It was all too much for me.
Regardless of my attempts tears burned in my eyes as memories of my home and my loved ones flashed through my mind. Slowly I could feel Finnick hand tighten around mine, and I knew he was doing the same as me. I had only heard one unfamiliar voice echo through the trees. 'She must mean the world to him' I thought to myself.
"Her name is Annie," he choked out through the lump in his throat. "And yes she is my everything." I looked over at him in confusion; he smiled weakly, "you said that out loud."
I looked away blushing, "I'm sorry I..."
"No need to be sorry, curiosity is a natural thing." He said, still holding tight to my hand. "You have many people who love you."
I shudder, remembering the shrill cry that had been prims voice begging for help, begging for me to save her. Tears begin to fall again as I remember how helpless I was, the feeling of hopelessness at the hands of the capital. At this my breathing picked up as rage courses through my veins.
To my surprise, Finnick shifted so that he was closer to me, slowly releasing my hand and placing it around my waist, holding me against him. I don't know what came over me but I felt comfort in his embrace I sat there for a moment before resting my head against his shoulder, trying to clear my mind of all thoughts off home, trying to focus on the task at hand.