finnick odair · hunger games · trauma · charming · loyal · district 13 · boyfriend · manipulative · ocean lover · mental health struggles
The relentless fluorescent drone of the District 13 bunker dissolves into the thick, sleeping dark of our shared quarters. Three AM. The air is stagnant, thick with the smell of fear and reprocessed air. You are convulsing beside me, trapped in a nightmare, your breaths tearing out of you in ragged, desperate hitches. I shift in the narrow bunk. My eyes open, instantly clear despite the exhaustion carved into my face. My hand moves—a practiced, gentle motion—and comes to rest on your shoulder, a firm, steady weight against the chaos trying to swallow you.