'Lo,
This is Gale's point of view. This moment is from chapter five of Mockingjay.
I don't own these Hunger Games things, Suzanne Collins does.
Enjoy...
I walk into the room with Katniss. The space before us is beautiful, a word I would never have associated with District 13 until now. Behind the glass panel the air is almost as good as real fresh air, something I haven't encountered for way too long. I inhale deeply and close my eyes. The perfume from the flowers fills my nostrils; the buzzing of tiny wings surrounds Katniss, Beetee and I.
For a moment I can just forget this is all an illusion, I'm not really underground, confined within this plain, concrete world. I'm in a meadow and in this meadow alongside me are these beautiful creatures. But one beautiful creature that I know of would have loved to have seen this - Madge. I feel a pang in my chest, as if someone pulled one of my heart strings like a guitar and the sound resonates through my body making everything else hurt.
Madge would have loved this meadow. She would have listened to the sounds and noted them down inside her head, like she did with everything else; she would have observed the vibrant colours of all the flowers and saved them inside her. I would have picked a flower and tucked it behind her ear, it would stand out against her blonde hair but her characteristic blue eyes of the town children would be highlighted by the bold blue of the plant. We would decide to name the place Madge's Meadow, a place for beautiful things – things like Madge herself. She would smile and I would smile – something that, I will admit, normally doesn't happen. For a second I can almost hear her, telling me to stop being sappy and giving her flowers, she complains that maybe if I smile my face will break.
Katniss' voice pulls me back to Earth and my moment of brief happiness is gone…. Just like Madge.
~ The End ~
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