So….I dunno quite where this came from. This is just an extremely angsty one-shot from Gale's Point of View.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games.


Blonde hair.

Every one of them has had blonde hair – whether it be yellow as straw, pale as parchment, or golden as the Mockingjay pin.

Blue eyes.

Clear and light as the sky or dark as the ocean that borders District Four during a storm. Without fail – every one of them has had blue eyes.

They all resemble her, in some way or another. Blonde hair, flowing and thick or floating and wispy, blue eyes, wide and curious or dark and mysterious. Every single one of Gale Hawthorne's new lovers in District Two – a parade of blue eyed blondes.

Only someone that had lived in District Twelve – and where he was, that was rare – would recognise this. Every woman that Gale would even bother looking twice at. Most would think his lovers would resemble Katniss. They don't. He has long since accepted that he's lost her – she's back in District Twelve with Peeta, happy and, from what he's heard, pregnant.

No, none of the girls resemble Katniss.

Every one of them – blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin and all – are dead look-a-likes of Madge Undersee. Every one bears some resemblance to her, in more than their looks. One will have a similar protectiveness over her friends. Another may speak in the same tones when upset.

Another has a strange, unexplainable love of strawberries.

But whatever the similarities, it is apparently not enough to keep Gale's attention. And before word can even thoroughly spread about his new girl, he's moved on. On to the next pale, pretty girl, who, in the end, will only end up heartbroken. They all know it. They know what to expect. But every time, no matter how many times he's done it before, every girl thinks they can manage to make him stay.

But he doesn't. And once he's gone, he doesn't come back.

Every single one of them believes they can change him – make him stay. Make him love them.

But Gale has no more love left in him.

It died in those firebombs dropped on District Twelve.

In the once large and luxurious home of Mayor Undersee.

With Madge.


...Okay, that was unusually depressing. Even for me. So...review! And if I spoiled anything for you...well, I warned you. No flames, please. Constructive criticism helps, but nothing nasty.