~Finnick POV:

We land in District 13 without any other complications. There wasn't much conversation in the hovercraft, other than Haymitch-with the occasional input by Heavensbee-catching Peeta up to date. Granted, over half the people in there were unconscious from injuries. But I'm not complaining; silence is a great time for reflection.

There isn't much to say about 13. It is a dimly lit, underground place. It seems to me that all the leaders are colorblind or something. Everything, from regulated clothes to the walls and even sometimes the food, is a monotonous grey. I feel like I'm going to suffocate from lack of sunshine. I can't even complain, everyone who would understand is in the hospital under treatment. Except Haymitch, but he is too busy recovering from lack of alcohol to be much company.

Everyday I sit down in a chair in the hospital. There isn't anything better to do really. But I want, no need, someone to come back. Pretty nurses will occasionally attempt flirting with me, but I'm not really in the mood. They leave me alone after a day or two.

On the third day since we've been here, I'm startled from a half sleep by a loud crash and a scream. I leap to my feet, shove past the doctors and walk down the hall towards the sound. A nurse hurriedly exits a room. She almost crashes into me.

"Nyrah is awake, if you want to see her. Just be warned that she is a little bit out of it." she says as she walks down the hall.

~Nyrah POV:

Ouch. My whole body aches. I can totally tell I'm on morphling or something like that. The small grey room is coming in and out of focus and is somewhat blurry. I grip the bed to keep from spinning and squeeze my eyes tightly shut.

The room stops rocking and after a long minute. I open my eyes again and see someone standing by the door. Someone tall with strong arms. Bronze hair flops into his sea green eyes that are staring at me.

"Finnick!" Oops. Didn't mean to shout that. I sound like a pathetic little girl. A wide smile crosses his face and he takes a few steps, crossing the room and stands by me. He has a slight limp. I wonder what happened. "We're in 13 right?"

He laughs softly and nods. I try to sit up, but it hurts too much. I slowly sink back down into the mattress. Finnick's warm hand grabs mine. "You ok?" I nod. That sends the room rocking again.

I give his arm a gentle pull towards me. He sighs and moves in closer. I roll my eyes at him and yank with whatever strength I have right now. He falls into me and I press my lips against his. I should feel really ashamed of this behavior. But I'm not ashamed. I'm actually pretty excited. Finnick's lips move against mine and I briefly forget everything else.

My heart is pounding wildly in my chest. I can feel its hard, uneven beat. I don't know how, but I can hear the rhythm. The door slams and a doctor walks in.

"Calm down, Ms. Cuda. Your uneven heart rate is going to mess up our progress," as he speaks, he takes a syringe and stabs it into my arm. The world goes out of focus. All except Finnick. I can clearly see him lying next to me. I feel his arms wrapped around me.

The drug must really be messing with my control. I grab onto Finnick, "Don't leave me," I whisper, "please, Finnick, don't let me go. Never let me go." Even through my current state of mind, I can't believe I am saying that out loud. Those are usually my normal thoughts kept deep within my mind where none but myself can hear.

He says something, but his voice is really distant and echoes where I can't distinguish it. The room melds into a constant shade of grey and then it gradually grows darker and darker and then there is nothing.

~Finnick POV:

Nyrah falls back into unconsciousness. Her hands are gripped tightly around me, almost cutting off my circulation. I really don't care.

I give it a few days until she is completely better and up walking around. I need her to have a completely clear mind.

We are slowly walking down the underground corridors of District 13 when I feel that the time is right. I turn and face her. I open my mouth to release the words. But I stop. I take a slow deep breath and drop to one knee.

Nyrah stares at me with those almost neon green eyes that I love. "I know this isn't the best place. I had planned on asking you on the beach or out at sea or something. But this will have to do." Nyrah stops breathing, her lips part ever so slightly. I take another deep breath. "I've loved you for a long time. Will you marry me?"

That's all? Could I have done better? What will she say? Does she even feel the same way?

Time seems endless. Nyrah smacks her hand over her mouth. Her eyes are so wide right now. She leans against a wall and slowly sinks down.

"Ny?" I ask hesitantly. This isn't going well. She looks up at me, grabs my hand, and shakily gets to her feet. Without another word, she throws her arms around me. Her head rests lightly on my now wet shoulder. Her whole body is trembling slightly. Nyrah lifts her head and looks at me and smiles that stunning smile I saw when I first decided I liked her.

She nods quickly, "Yes, yes yes," she whispers softly. "I love you Finnick Odair, I always have." She has this almost guilty look on her face. She stops talking and kisses me.

When Nyrah finally pulls back, she whispers, "We are going to do this thing together. Maybe one day no one will have to be afraid of anything, not Snow, not the Hunger Games, not anything."

I smile. It's true. If-no when-the Rebellion succeeds, Panem will be a better place.

Ok, I know that last chapter was fluff, but I had to end this story somewhere. Usually puke-worthy pathetic soap like endings aren't my thing but I really don't wanna go into Mockingjay, mainly 'cause I was so dissappointed with the book. I basically have a novel length rant about it. But anywho, just gonna shut up now.

I saved everyone in the arena 'cause I knew I was gonna end it soon and didn't want to leave anyone in Snow's evil clutch.

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