I didn't proofread, so sorry In advance.
Gale's drabble on his wedding day. He'd always thought it'd be someone else...
I was married today. I always thought she'd be there, and not just as a guest. But I didn't even ask her to come. I knew she wouldn't.
It was a blur. I know my bride wore a dress and that my family was there. District 2 has excellent ceremonies, very grand, especially for a man in my position of power.
Katniss and Peeta kept it simple. A toasting in District 12. Everyone thought it had taken long enough. It would have never taken long enough for me.
I wasn't invited.
I'm at dinner, going through the motions as people congratulate me, not just on my marriage, but my promotion as well. I smile and say all the right things. Beetee causes a hoot at his table when he begins inventing something with the centerpieces. I simply hope nothing explodes.
We have our first dance as a couple. I can't help but let my mind wander. I think she wants kids soon, but she hasn't brought it up yet. I know she will eventually.
I heard awhile ago that Katniss and Peeta had their first child. Prim. Peeta sent my mother a painting of her. I don't entirely know why. Maybe he knew she'd get it to me. That I'd want to know. Katniss with a child. I never thought I'd see the day. I think only Peeta could change her mind in that way.
When my wife is asleep later that night, I begin contemplating. I love her, my wife that is. I wouldn't be marrying her otherwise. But I miss her. Katniss. Every day. Every hour. I wonder if I things would be different if I kissed her sooner, if I realized what she meant to me. I never told her what I felt before the Games. I took for granted the idea that she would always be there. The idea that someday she would marry me, that we would someday escape into the wild. I took for granted that she'd always be my friend.
Living without her is bearable, but not how I wish to be. The day my daughter is born, I take in her gray eyes and black hair and one thought runs through my head.
I wish she was ours...
Just like Sunday was ours. Just like the wild was ours. Just like we were each others.