I do not own any of the lovely characters from the lovely mind of Suzanne Collins

I have to figure something out. I have to figure something out, NOW.

I paced the floor in my worn out hunting boots, the ones I chose to wear over the fancy, specially made ones issued to me by Thirteen. The ones I refused to wear out of stubborn rebellion. Only, there was no cause for me to be rebelling for anymore. Everything was… changed, to say the least. Snow and Coin were dead, along with many others including Pr—

The Districts were in good hands, under capable government. But who really knows what capable government is? Not me. I couldn't care less. The Games are over, that's all I really cared about. Only, I cared about other things, too, didn't I?

I was putting a rut into the ground hoping to God that something would come to mind. I had to work this out, but for the life of me (which isn't far from the truth), I couldn't think of a way to fix it.

Suddenly my legs began to carry me out the door instead of turning around on my patch of foot-packed earth. Gale was probably going to be easy to find, there were a couple of specific places in Thirteen he was likely to be. It was a shot in the dark, but I had made (and, of course, hit) plenty of those in my lifetime.

I walked quicker than I normally would have, quieter, too, because I didn't want to disturb anything around me, fearing that I'd compromise my resolve. I shuddered and pulled my fur coat tighter around my body; although the cavernous halls of the rebel district were underground and therefore freezing and damp most of the time, I knew that wasn't the reason I shook. I was holding myself together.

I quickened my pace. I was on a mission. I had to talk to Gale, and I knew the perfect place to do it, but there was no way I could go there right now. I couldn't go to Twelve. I couldn't go to our meeting spot in the woods. I couldn't go to where he kis—

I shook my head, I needed to focus. To plan these next steps down to the smallest detail, and to execute them perfectly. Any flaw could be fatal. Because I know the truth now. Gale's words to Peeta echoed in my mind from that night in the hidden cellar of furs.

I can't survive without him.

As it says in the summary, I'm not going to make this very long, sorry this chapter was so short! Just thought I'd share my idea. Hope you enjoyed it! I love feedback... ;P