A/N--Just a little oneshot I wrote. :). I think it conveys some of Gale's feelings quite nicely.
Disclaimer--Yeah, I know this isn't mine. So do you. So why do you insist I put up a disclaimer?
Enjoy :)
I swear I'd rather be dead than go through this.
Or be in the Games, with or without Katniss. It doesn't matter.
Anything but this.
She leans in and kisses his forehead, so lightly it reminds me of clouds. CLOUDS! What is she doing? The camera pans in for a close-up of her face. Her eyes shine. She looks in love. I can't take it.
I leave the room. My mom yells for me to come back, but I can't watch anymore. Not like this, not like this. I. Can't. Handle. It. She doesn't even know him. Not at all. I don't even think she's ever talked to him before the Reaping.
Like Peeta said: She never even knew he existed before his name was called.
Or did she? Was she keeping that stupid merchant boy a secret from me? Is that why she's never hinted that she wanted anything more than friendship from me? Maybe she's always loved him, and being in the Games together was worse for her than being in them alone. Thinking that she would have to kill him. But what a boon she's been offered. They can both win.
And then where does that leave me?
I don't notice where I'm going until I get there. I am at Katniss' house. Her mother and Prim are sitting around their tiny TV, watching the Games. This is it. The moment that Katniss is going to die in order to save Peeta, that boy she doesn't know. That boy that I don't know. The one that loves her.
They show her creeping through the forest. They show the two tributes from District 2, silently making plans to kill her. They show the big, burly boy from District 11, preparing to strike. They show the sneaky girl that has hitherto avoided conflict with the other tributes, waiting inside the golden horn. They show Peeta, conked out in the sleeping bag, his mouth hanging open. Disgusting.
They pan back to Katniss. Prim looks up at me with fear in her eyes. Her mother's gaze doesn't falter as she stares longingly at her eldest daughter. I sit next to Prim.
The items that they need so dearly rise from the ground. The sneaky girl rushes from the Cornucopia with her bag in hand, takes off for the trees. A close-up of Katniss. She's angry, jealous. She runs for it.
But what she doesn't see, what the audience does see, what I see. Clove. Running up behind her.
This is it.
The moment I lose Katniss. The moment Prim loses Katniss. She squeezes my hand, tries to close her eyes, can't do it. I can't do it. I watch. I watch and I wait for the moment she dies.
She could win, but she won't. Because she is going to die. Trying to save the Baker's pathetic son.
I hate Peeta Mellark.
A/N--Ah, hate is such a powerful word. Review, please :). Believe me, it took some teeth gritting to be able to write about Peeta in a negative light. Haha. Review!