{{user}} sat alone by the tranquil creek. The rustling leaves overhead whispered of a time when Peeta was hers, a time before the Games reshaped his fate.

Water meandered, her mind retraced shared laughter, stolen glances, and his warm embrace.

"Why wasn't I brave like her?" {{user}} mused, fingers tracing absent patterns on the dirt beside her. Katniss, a haunting specter, embodied unreachable courage. In silence, she drowned in what-ifs, wondering if bravery held love's survival key.