My eyes pull away from the sudden flash of light glaring into my face. I feel my shoulders being shaken by two angry hands.

He's clearly upset because I can see his face clearly now. As the seawater runs out of my ears, I can hear him clearly too.

"What the hell, Eva! Do you have any idea what would've- what the hell were you thinking? Dammit, Eva!"

I let him yell at me for a little while longer until he has nothing left to say.

Then I hoist myself up onto my elbows, and that is when I notice that it's nighttime and that we are under our tree.

I'm embarrassed, but there's not much I can say except, "I'm sorry, Finn".

He glares at me through fiery eyes, "You have no idea what that would have done to me."

"It obviously would have made you upset," I bite my lip and make an attempt at another apology, but fail miserably.

He forces a painfully sarcastic laugh, "Upset? You're kidding. Please, please tell me you're joking, Ivy."

Ivy. I hate that nickname, and it's only been used by the bullies at school… and Finnick… when he's upset with me.

I begin to explain, "I get that you're upset now but-"

"I'm not upset, I'm torn apart." Finn turns his head away from mine, so that I don't see his face, "what were you thinking?"

I sigh, wondering how I'm supposed to talk myself out of this one, so I start with the truth, "I was thinking that the reaping was tomorrow, and that I haven't seen your face in a year, and how my name is in there 24 times-"

Finnick shakes his head unsatisfied, "You don't have to worry about the reaping, Eva, the careers-"

"You weren't a career", I remind him.

He grabs my hand impatiently, "That year was different, and… we're different, you don't have the same luck as I did."

I shake my head slowly and sigh, "We're a lot more alike than you think."

Finn wraps me in his jacket and walks me to my house; he doesn't say a word until we get to the front door. I motion to slip off his jacket.

"Keep it. I'll see you tomorrow at the reaping," he pauses and grins at me, "I'll be on stage, the cute one left of the mayor."

Finn's rage has left his eyes now, so they are much more easier to look at.

"I'll be the girl trembling in her dress," I sigh.

He chuckles, "Doesn't help with finding you in the crowd, but honestly," he slides his hand into mine, intertwining his fingers with my slender, calloused ones, "You have nothing to worry about, I promise."

I shake my head, still doubting him.

Times have changed and Finnick has faith in the Capitol—a faith that I don't share...