A/N Hi! This is Livi and Belle coming to you. We are new authors in crime! This is in Gale's POV and it was written by Belle, edited and revised by Livi! All Gale POVs will be written in Belle's POV, Peeta's will be in Livi's. We do not own the Hunger Games... well if I owned the Hunger Games I would have continued to make Gale be Katniss' BFF because I love Gale sooo much! And that ending was just wrong... hmph!
The Mockingjay has flown to greater heights. She gave her life in hope for the future of Panem. She gave her life for the people she loved, the people she didn't even know. She risked it all for destroying the corrupt and unjust Capitol and now my best friend, gone.I told her I loved her, but things were different back then. She was forced to love the Bread Boy. She changed. So now I am stuck here, mourning for my lost hunting partner.
It was a summery day, bright and sunny. It was a perfect day, it promised hope and rebirth. But all was lost. She was gone forever. The old Catnip would've loved this kind of weather, perfect for hunting; but I'm not sure if the Girl on Fire would like it, sheseemed to like the fame and the fortune, especially the Lover Boy. But I didn't know the Girl on Fire, I only knew Catnip. The Games would change her, the Huntress hastransformed into the Mockingjay, while I was left alone without a best friend.
The birds were singing, their melody was sweet in despite of the tragedy that hashappened today. I remember when the Mockingjays used to stop to hear her hum, not the Mockingjay herself, but the old girl behind all of that. The woods were the old girl's escape, a friend that comforted her and provided for her. The Mockingjay had fortune and fame. She didn't need things like that anymore.
I couldn't let go of the old girl, Catnip, the Huntress, my best friend. I loved her, but she has changed; she has flown to higher grounds but left me behind. I was alone here.I never felt this kind of empty. I knew that in the Hunger Games that she would comeback, but I never knew how different she would be. I thought that when she came back she would be the same. But when she came back I saw how different she was, but Ibelieved that I would be able to change her back. I still believed that one day we wouldbe together again, but that chance will never come again. Catnip, the Girl on Fire, the Mockingjay, the Huntress... all of them are gone, and never to be seen again.
The blond boy is right there, obviously not holding back his tears. He's sobbing her name, but it sounds so foreign, it makes me feel numb. He was the Lover Boy, he was my competition but he was so hard not to like. Everything about him was so perfect. Catnip was confused. She was forced into being the Mockingjay. The Mockingjay was the one that was in love with the Lover Boy. I want to believe that the old Catnip would fall in love with me in the future. But did I know that she would fall in love and marry me for sure? If only Catnip ran away with me, she wouldn't have been forced to be the Girl on Fire. But the old Catnip would never abandon her family. She loved them too much.
I never liked the Mockingjay, she was... different. The Mockingjay was shallow and was gullible. She was fighting for the wrong side. The old Catnip would have never trustedanyone that easily. I should've expected that my best friend would change. After all, the Games change you. But I should have kept on fighting for her, but I didn't know who she was anymore... she wasn't the 12 year old girl I came to like at the first sight of her. Catnip vowed to never be in love, but the Mockingjay was faking a love the whole time. She faked the love so well that she confused it with the truth. But of course, I didn't know the Mockingjay. I couldn't read her mind like I could read my best friend's. The Mockingjay wasn't my best friend, she was the machine created by the angst of the rebels and the makings of the Capitol. Catnip was lost somewhere there, I just wished that I had time to bring her back just one more time.
She is lowered into the ground, her body enclosed in a black, slick death container. I throw a yellow Primrose in the hole while others throw Dandelions, Rues, and Katniss'. White roses were definitely prohibited, we decided on throwing in the flowers that represented the people that she had loved. Was this the Mockingjay or Catnip? I couldn't tell but I knew that I wouldn't miss the Mockingjay; I would miss my best friend and hunting partner.
A/N Did you like it? Tell us what you think! We had a lot of fun writing and editing this chapter... we look forward to the next ones! Katniss' death will be explained in further chapter. Make sure you check out our individual stories, our pen names are TacoBelle and LiviBomb! Until next update, thanks for reading... please REVIEW! =D
