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Peeta Mellark and Finnick Odair

District Four

I only wish we could escape.

I sat on the dock of the only remaining natural water source; the lake, as I watched the sun set.

The dam was a place of work.

A place of torture.

A place of the Capitol.

"______." Finnick's familiar sing song voice came from besides me.

"Finnick." I greeted, not turning around as I swung my feet over the dock's edge, catching the water with my toes and sending small ripples of water waves across the lake.

"I thought I would find you here." he announced, sitting down beside me.

Our shoulders brushed at our closeness.

"It truly is beautiful." he said, when he didn't gain a response from me.

"It's an escape." I whispered.

"When the sun sets... it signifies that we have lived to fight another day. As we watch the sun set we can only dream of what tomorrow will bring." Finnick stated.

"Pain and anguish."

"But above all... hope." he said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Hope is a lost hope. Finnick we have nothing. We will never have anything." I sighed, wrapping my arms around me as the cold breeze picked up.

"We have each other." he said, trapping me in his warm embrace.

I sighed a deep breath.

"Promise me-" he paused, resting his chin on my head. "Promise me through all of this. We will stay strong for each other."

I couldn't be strong for myself.

But I could be strong for others.

I could be strong for Finnick.

For District Four.

For all twelve districts.

"I promise."

- - - - 

"Finnick will be arriving back soon." came a voice I had grown familiar with.

"Peeta." I greeted, turning my head to acknowledge him.

"What are you doing up here all alone?" he asked, sitting beside me as I watched the sun set over District Thirteen.

"President Coin allowed me this sweet moment... one I'm most likely to never get again." I sighed, watching the sun set slowly and the moon rise to take it's place.

"It truly is beautiful." Peeta said, sitting beside me.

"What was the sun set like in District Twelve?" I asked.