The Rewritten Ballad

"Lucy Gray!"

His voice echoed through the forest along with the singing of the mockingjays which picked up her song. Catching her breath, Lucy Gray did her best to calm herself. Not that he'll find her anyway, this hiding spot has been proven and tested to hide her until she decides to go down from these trees. She watched Coriolanus lose his mind trying to look for her.

Clutching the scarf he gave her, the smell of roses strong as ever, she was having a hard time deciding what should be her next move. The scarf all but reminded her of the boy she trusted. The boy she loved. But their conversation moments ago made her question if she could still say the same. If she could still say she trusted him the same way she did in the arena.

How funny is it really. It seemed as though she got out of the arena just to find herself in a bigger one. Only this time, she was weighing if she could still trust the only person she counted on in terms of protecting her life.

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Had things ended differently. Had they made another choice. How much would their fate change? Would their ballad still end as cold and lost as they were?