Her long brown hair softly fell down her face in gentle wisps, slowly swaying as Earth's wind danced around her. The sunshine's spotlight was dedicated to her on that bright day as her gray eyes glowed with passion and mystery. Those perfectly structured cheekbones, so prominent. Her teeth performed at their best as the corners of her lips stretched further away from each other. She was natural. The first time I saw her, I knew she was on the planet to make a difference. She was powerful. You could see it in her fierce eyes. She had both physical and mental strength that could bring anyone to the ground. You didn't even need to hear it from someone. It was just something you could tell by sight. When her instrument was put to work, the Mockinjays fell silent. The symphonic melody pushed all the tension out of my body as the mellow notes got me lost in a world of sensation. I loved her with a burning passion. The minute I looked at her... I just knew... that the girl from the Seam... with the olive skin, gray eyes, and brown hair... she was my oxygen. The air that kept my lungs at ease. The water that kept me quenched. The food that kept me satisfied. Sure I loved her. But what good could that do. I was one, out of plenty, that saw her as sustaining life. That saw her as a girl worth fighting for. a girl that I knew would never fall for a boy like me. A boy that wasn't from the Seam. A boy who wasn't Gale