Her question during their picnic on the beach that night had Annie blinking back tears: "What if there's something wrong with me?"
Finnick pondered it, cradling her hand in his. "There isn't," he replied. "You're my perfect angel. These things just happen."
Her eyes fluttered shut and her lashes fell over her cheeks. Her head lay on his leg and he caressed her palm gently. "I know," she whispered.
Finnick fumbled with a piece of paper and she sat up. He held a square of blue glass.
"I found it this morning and I thought of you."
For the Caesar's Palace prompt set: Stained glass.