Though Annie never said so, she hated whenever Finnick was re-sent to the Capitol. She had only the vaguest of ideas of why they would need him to go time after time. “Papers,” he would tell her. “Legal documents and such.”
She knew he was lying. When he came back, he’d look oddly pale, mussed and it would usually take some time for him to touch her again. Even the merest gesture from a friend would send him into a bit of a frenzy. This time was no exception.
She had been in and by the ocean all day, waiting for him to return, collecting shells and bits of seaweed for her sandcastle. She looked up constantly, anxious to see him again. As the sun nearly set, she finally saw him. Her heart hammered as the familiar figure ran pell mell down the beach and into the water. Finnick dove under and resurfaced, peeling off his dress shirt, tearing the buttons straight off as if he couldn’t stand to be in it one more moment. Seeing her, he dropped the sodden fabric and ran to her. “Annie!”
Yelping her name again, they crashed into each other and he wrapped his arms around her, cradling her against his chest. He never needed to tell her how much he missed her. The rapid beating of his heart and the way he looked at her afterwards told her everything.