Drunk
A/N: Oneshot about Gale's life in D2. Inspiration for this fic comes from Ed Sheeran's "Drunk" (check it out here). Enjoy :)
I wanna be drunk when I wake up
On the right side of the wrong bed
And never an excuse I made up
Tell you the truth I hate
What didn't kill me
It never made me stronger at all.
The soft rays of light pervaded the room, starting their usual, weak assault on the eyelids concealing the grey irises of Gale Hawthorne. The mist of sleep clung to him like the smell of smoke, refusing to release him from its grasp until finally, the sun won over his senses. The soft edges dissipated to reveal the harshness of reality. Slowly, in a manner one could only describe as painstaking, those grey irises revealed themselves to the world. As the dark-haired man inhaled, he became aware of the scents that seemed all too commonplace, but at the same time, not familiar at all. He also took notice of a pale arm that was lazily draped over his bare torso, a stark contrast to his own olive-toned skin.
Love will scar your make-up lip sticks to me
So now I'll maybe leave back there
I'm sat here wishing I was sober
I know I'll never hold you like I used to.
Gale was only slightly mindful of the makeup that had smudged onto his skin. The lithe limb resting against him, the soft breath that tickled his shoulder at regular intervals, the soft blonde curls that managed to stay perfect even after the tumultuous process of sleep, seemed completely and utterly wrong. Gale longed to be in the woods, breathing in her scent, seeing her for her, without the alterations that everyone else seemed so fond of. He wanted to be able to embrace her, tangle his fingers in her knotted, ebony hair, have her love him the way he loved her. Gale would never admit it aloud, but he craved the presence of Katniss more than anything.
But our house gets cold when you cut the heating
Without you to hold I'll be freezing
Can't rely on my heart to beat it
'Cause you take part of it every evening
Take words out of my mouth just from breathing
Replace with phrases like when you're leaving me.
With ice running through his veins, Gale turned to find two sapphire orbs looking expectantly at him. He forced a sleepy smile as Mindy, his current "love", pressed a sugary sweet kiss to his upturned lips. It didn't feel like it should've. Instead of feeling warm and full like it had been with Katniss, Mindy's kisses left him cold and empty. There was no dynamic between them, although Mindy seemed to pay no mind. The blonde stood, using the plush blanket to cover her body as she murmured something about breakfast before exiting.
Should I, should I?
Gale sighed, dragging himself out of bed to face yet another day.
Maybe I'll get drunk again.