[Still Prim's pov, but I should go back to Gale's soon]
He's kicking rocks when I arrive, each with renewed aggression.
This isn't the Gale I know...
"Gale!" I call. "What are you doing?"
There's a wild, crazed look in his eyes when he turns to stare at me.
"Prim. What are you doing?"
I pause. "Answer me..."
There's surprise in his dark eyes. Even I have no idea what's come into me.
He groans. "What does it look like?"
"It looks like you're kicking rocks."
"That's what I'm doing, yes."
[Gale's pov]
What I don't tell her, is the reason. I'm kicking rocks to let the physical pain overtake the emotional pain. But that's - how could someone understand it at 12? I wouldn't have been able to, at least. But Prim's gone through a lot more than I had at her age, it saddens me to realize.
"You have to be here for a reason. And how the hell did you figure out where I was?" I accuse Prim as the thought occurs to me.
"I just - I just knew. I'm here to tell you that the Games have ended."
Those four words set the world on fire.
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May The Odds
FanfictionIn Gale Hawthorne's eyes, Katniss Everdeen could do no wrong. He had loved her since he could remember, and he'd begun to hope she loved him, too - when events took a surprising turn. Katniss volunteered for the Hunger Games, became a murderer and k...
