13 October 2012
My eyes flicker open. It's morning. I look up and see those green eyes staring back at me. Finnick stayed here with me all night. He is sat up with my head in his lap, finishing my net. His old shirt is wrapped around my shoulders. I reach behind my ear and find a delicate flower, fragile and beautiful, the colour of the sun. He put it there, last night. He looks down at me and smiles.
Finnick Fanfic #6 • Opuss № I