I have been blessed.
Look at this man and tell me he is not the perfect Finnick Odair. I will not believe you.
“My name is Katniss Everdeen. I’m 17 years old. My home is district 12. I was in THE HUNGER GAMES. I scaped. The Capitol hates me.”
“You. In the rain,” he says softly. “Digging in our rubbish bins. Burning the bread. My mother hitting me. Taking the bread out for the pig but then giving it to you instead.”
‘That’s it. That’s what happened,” I say. “The next day, after school, I wanted to thank you. But I didn’t know how.”
“We were outside at the end of the day. I tried to catch your eye. You looked away. And then… for some reason, I think you picked a dandelion.” I nod. He does remember. I have never spoken about that moment aloud. “I must have loved you a lot.”