"Welcome home Finnick."
The gentle tenor of her voice floated into his ear, his hunched demeanour relaxing into a composed state as their gazes met. Her eyes perfectly imitated the ocean, sea green, emotion flowing through like the crashing waves on a sandy shoreline. He remembered her quirky mind; how it was always misconceived as abnormality to strangers, yet to him it was perfection at its finest. He always liked to think she was original, irreplaceable. Her laugh; a soft breeze dancing through wind chimes, a silent chuckle, or a loud melodic sound at something hilarious.
Sand crept menacingly in between the gaps of his toes, feet melting through the tiny grains and landing solidly on the beach. The enclosed beach was silent, the corrupt breaths of the two young adults cutting through the aging air. Rolling against the shore, small waves washed the day's debris onto the land before retreating, small drops of the salty water pirouetting around their toes.
Fingers entwined with fingers, head resting on shoulder, the young couple revelled in the miracle that had brought them back together. Annie's messy curls fell down her back, the wild locks tickling the damaged skin of Finnick's neck.
"You came back to me."
Merging into the crash of tumbling waves, Finnick strained to hear her tired voice; her weariness shown by the dark circles under her eyes. Shivering slightly, he took the warm jacket off his back and placed it smoothly around Annie's shoulders, drawing the sleeves securely around her petite frame.
"I'll always come back to you," he whispered into her hair, cracked lips brushing the worried skin of her forehead.
The serenity of the calm ocean reflected the moon in all its splendour as it lit up the night sky, cascading a romantic glow over the deserted beach. Mesmerized by the scenery, Annie's eyes flickered around the beach she had seen so many times. Finnick's gaze was fixed on her, his stare burning into the side of her pale face.
It didn't matter that the other members of district four whispered about Annie when she walked past them in the town square, hair like rat's tails and clothes with holes in. It didn't matter Finnick was scarred from the weeks of death and horror he had just put behind him. They were perfectly imperfect, and crazy in love.