A rough thumb comes to tug at her lower lip before smoothing over her chin. ❝ That’s all I want.❞
The touch is welcome despite the way, it brings sadness to her face. Still, she tries her hardest to SMILE for him. The corners of her lips twitch upwards briefly, but the reminder that he cannot always be there to tell her to smile hinders what could have been a beaming smile : A FINNICK SMILE ❝ I'm sorry.❞












