Finnick stood there, dark hair falling in his sea green eyes, hands fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
They say he's gone crazy. They say that it's hopeless, there's nothing that can help him.
Finnick may look like a perfectly normal fifteen year old boy, but he's not. Finnick's been through so much in the past four years that it wouldn't surprise me if he was a little messed up, but no one else knows Finnick like I do, no one else can tell how much he needs someone to talk to. But I can't get him to talk to me, he's scared.
Maybe Finnick is crazy, or maybe everyone else has gone mad and he's the only sane person left in this world.
In the past few months, Finnick's life has spiraled out of control. He was thrown into the games at the age of fourteen, he somehow managed to win and when he got home his two little sisters had been abducted and his brother killed, these events coming with the warning that the capitol would take additional actions if he didn't do what they wanted.
I walked up to Finnick and took his hand. He jerked it back and his eyes flashed, I knew he wanted to get away from me, his best friend, the girl who loves him.
"Finnick, it's okay, you can trust me, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm not like them," I whispered, squeezing his hand.
I saw something in Finnick's eyes snap and his knees gave way, and he fell to the floor.
I should have known not to squeeze his hand, that simulates holding him down, therefore reminding him of his time being held captive, and triggering a flashback.
I pulled Finnick to his feet very gently, he was still conscious. I draped his arm over my shoulders and wrap my arm around his waist, supporting his weight.
As we walked Finnick started to cry. I sat him down on the couch and sat beside him.
I pushed the hair out of his eyes and wiped the tears from his face. "Shh, shh, I'm here, I've got you, your safe, I love you," I whispered, stroking his knuckles.
I sat there and held Finnick for the longest time. I was afraid this would happen. He was shaking so badly.
I pulled back and wiped Finnick's face. "I love you," I whispered over and over again. "I love you, I love you, I love you, Finnick." I murmured.
"I-I love you too," Finnick stuttered, sounding much too young and much too scared.
I gently wiped Finnick's face with the back of my hand, I wanted to keep him safe, and not to let the capitol lay a finger on him, not to let the almost nonexistent rebellion use him as a weapon against the capitol that made him like this. Finnick had always been so strong, and now that was gone.
I kissed his forehead and kept my arms around him; Finnick held me tight.
I knew I wouldn't be the first to let go.
"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry it's like this, I'm sorry I broke down like that, I'm so, so sorry," Finnick whispered, his voice shaking.
I pulled back and pressed a hand to the side of his face, "Finnick, it's not your fault, i-it's n-not," I got out, choking up.
"Shh, Anns, you can't cry too, you want to go out to the lake?" he said, stroking my hair.
I grinned at him, this is the Finnick I remember, can't stay out of the water. But then neither can I.
We changed then headed out. With Finnick, I could be fearless.
"Finnick?" I whispered.
"Yeah Anns?" he asked.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes,"
"Do you really, really trust me?"
"With my life,"
"Would you have a problem if I kissed you? , if I told you we should run away and never come back would you?" I asked hastily.
"No, not unless I can kiss you first, and if you want to run I would follow you to the edge of the earth," Finnick whispered.
Then he kissed me, gently at first, and then it was more.
I melted in Finnick's arms, now realizing how much I need him. Finnick is my knight in shining armor. He may be a little unstable, he may get scared, but that's what I'm for.
