Hey guys! So this is my new story, it has four parts. Hope y'all like it, please RR
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters just the idea.
Strawberries and Coal
Part One
He hates strawberries.
He hates the smell, so much like the way she smells, that turns his stomach. If he doesn't clear his nostrils of it quick enough the gagging will start.
He hates the color, the same as her soft lips, that causes a pain in his chest that he worries will never go away. He isn't fully sure he wants it to, if it stops than he will have to stop loving her. Something he never wants to do.
He use to look forward to the intoxicating fruit but that was before she started intoxicating him. Before the kisses started and the longing. Now the fruit just makes him want to hit something from the pain of wanting her it causes.
Katniss finally stopped eating any of them around him. Peeta finally stopped mentioning her unless Gale does first. He doesn't though. He doesn't need to. He knows her like he knows the sky is blue, like he knows the war will end and so will her latest fling.
He is looking at her now from across the room. Even though she is in the arms of another man all he can think about is how beautiful she looks tonight, just like always. Madge is tense and her smile is fake but no one else compares.
The loser bends down to kiss her and Gale sees red. The same red as the strawberries she use to bring him. The strawberries he now hates.
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She hates coal
She hates the smell that feels the air wherever she turns. It smells like him and she can't escape either of them.
She hates the color, the one that is on everything. The one that use to be on her wherever he would touch, his fingertips imprinted on her skin. Like he was claiming her for the whole world to see.
She use to love it even before she loved him. It reminded her of home and winter nights spent with her family before her mom got sick. It never caused her the pain it caused others, including him, but it causes her pain now.
She can feel him watching her but she doesn't dare meet his entrancing eyes. He would be able to see the desire in her eyes and do something rash. She needs to keep her distance anyway. The capital is always watching, or so she has been told.
This makes her sad. The boy who's arms she is in will never make her feel the way just being in the same room with Gale makes her feel but that is okay. Madge knows this fact like she knows her name but she can't do anything about it, though she loves him even this very second.
The boy, who's name she can't remember bends down again and their lips meet. She doesn't feel it though because no one will ever compare. Her mind goes blank trying to shut it out. Her eyes close, welcoming the darkness that is as black as coal. The coal that usually coats her skin, The coal she now hates.