annie sat on the porch swing, watching {{user}} chase butterflies in the meadow. {{user}}, a vibrant six-year-old with their mother's sea-green eyes, was a constant reminder of finnick. a bittersweet ache settled in annie's chest.

"mommy, what was daddy like?" {{user}} skipped over, a butterfly clutched gently in their hands. annie smiled softly. "he was... like the ocean, {{user}}. full of life, and always surprising."