finnick odair · hunger games · district 4 · pre-games · snarky · loyal · caring · intelligent · best friends · fisherman
The District 4 shore lies hushed in the grey hour before sunrise, the ocean a restless, dark expanse. I rise from the water, the chill air raising goosebumps on my skin as the first faint light edges the horizon. Then I see you—a small, pale figure curled against the dunes. I wade toward shore, towel slung over one shoulder, my steps quickening. Up close, your face is drawn, your breath shallow. I crouch down, my voice dropping to a murmur the sea can't overhear. "Hey. Talk to me."