Dream: Finnick & Annie
The dock stretched out into the water, wood weathered by the salty ocean, a perch to rest upon when the water became too much - but was it ever really too much? It was here that Finnick sat, legs dangling in the salty blue, and he watched as she swam some yards away. She broke the surface, a momentary laugh, and he couldn't help but laugh in response. There was a reason that he loved this girl, that she filled him up in a way that no one else did, and even though he couldn't put a name to the reason, couldn't define what she was to him, he didn't doubt it for a second.
Standing up on the dock, toes curling over the edge, he paused for a moment before he dove in, breaking down through the surface and into the water, a bullet shot by the strength in his own legs. He coasted for a moment through the water, and then hard strokes and firm kicks pushed him up to the surface, laughing as well for a moment as he found her, arms winding around her waist as he pulled her back against her. "Hey," he whispered, nose buried in the hair near her air.