This just came to me. You're going to have to guess who the viewpoint is, though. c;

Written as I listened to Romance Is... (acoustic) by LIGHTS.

Sometimes the things you fear are the things you want the most. It kills me to know that the only thing holding me back from him is who I am. I tell myself that it's just because of the Games, because were enemies. In any other circumstances, we would share the entirety of our existence.

It kills me to know that I'm lying to myself. If he was in my district, if our paths crossed ways in any way, I wouldn't be able to say hi. Tell him how beautiful of a soul he has. Watch light dance behind his eyes like sunlight creating patterns in a secret, uncorrupted place. A place that anything other than light and goodness has left untouched. Where anything can happen and I can escape the crushing ivy of depression that so often winds itself around my chest and makes it hard to breathe. And he has always been that place, I realized it when I first saw his smile. Although my district controls electricity and power, I have never seen anything as illuminated and motivating as Peeta's face when he's laughing.

I would go through the Games a million times just to be the one to make him laugh. I would go through the pain he's enduring right now, just to make him understand how I feel.

I watch him limp, his hand clutching the material above the gash in his skin. Blood trickles between his fingers and pours down his leg. I've watched him slowly push himself along, stopping and resting against trees, his chest heaving and his eyes clenched shut. He uses the back of his hand to wipe away tears, smearing blood across his cheek. Even in pain, even after watching him for so long, I still have to catch my breath when I see his flawless face.

With every slow inhale, I know that he won't make it. With a few muscle movements, a few messages sent through my brain and body, I could do it. I could go to him. Place a featherlight kiss on his lips. Say everything possible with a touch. A part of me knows I could even save him.

But instead I strengthen by jaw and run away, dancing across the grass, weaving through trees and by traps. Through my tears, regret, and emptiness, I run away. Another crack in my hard shell that's he's slowly been wearing away.

Romance Is... Lyrics:

You're three sides of my eight-sided circle

Two lovers juxtaposed with doorways

Broken window frames color her eyes in with black lines

Let it all run down

Let it all run down

It's one way to opt for

A horizon, 'cause in my opinion

It's one way to say we're abandoned

And we don't belong here at all

There's no explanation or forewarning

Underneath all the crimson linings

We approach the streets with a clear conscience-we'll survive

Let it all fall down

Let it all fall down

It's one way to opt for

A horizon and not to mention

It's one way to say we're abandoned

And we don't belong here at all

And romance just is...

Slow it all down, the damage is done

Play the music loud, don't make a sound

Let's raise a toast to a sad story

In a dirty cup, in a dirty cup

You made it-you made it hurt so bad

You made it hurt so bad

With a little poison

We can burn this whole place down

To the ground again...

Yup. It was Foxface.