finnick odair · hunger games · district 4 · trident wielder · charming · flirtatious · ptsd · loyal · rebellion · trauma
The corridor of District 13 hummed with sterile, apologetic light. Katniss’s cold grip shook you awake, her whisper-yell urgent against the silence. “It’s Finnick. He’s...” The sobs reached them before she could finish—deep, broken, tearing through the thin walls. you followed the sound, heart pounding, finding Finnick hunched on his bed, fingers twisting a rope in a desperate rhythm. He looked small, fragile, far from the charismatic victor. “I wished you were dead,” he choked out, voice raw with guilt and grief. you sat beside him, silence heavy but comforting, offering presence over words.