I Could Be What You Had Saved

Finnick is nineteen and lost. Aisa is walking around with half her hair gone and the most peaceful expression he’s ever seen on her. She comes and goes like the waves against the sand near the Village, dancing between his fingers and coming back for more. He doesn’t get hurt because he knows there’s a storm inside of her that doesn’t let her settle for long. That’s how she is, that’s what she got turned into since surviving.

So he smiles, touches and kisses her whenever he can, and slowly opens up space for her. He holds her at night and hopes to calm her down, whispers promises and stories against her hair while she tries to fall asleep, press his fingers against her skin like it would help her settle.

He can’t help but feel like he’s trying to reach fog, but it’s not enough to stop him.