Fire. Everything and everyone is on fire. District 12, Prim, me, the Capitol, and of course her. I wake up gasping for air. Not real. Just a nightmare. It takes me a minute to get my thoughts together, figure out who I am and where I'm at. Gale Hawthorne. I live in District 2. I oversee the weapons factory. I hate it here. I'm only here because I can't face what's back in 12. Her.
I get up and find what I'm looking for. Alcohol. Nothing else makes the pain go away. Actually nothing makes it go away but his helps. As it slides down my throat it burns. Good guess that means I'm not dead. Id rather be dead. I should be dead. Prim's dead because of me. Thousands are dead because of me. Yet I'm still here. Guess dying is too good for me too easy. She probably wants me dead. Maybe she doesn't care anymore. She has him now. Bet I never cross her mind.
I remember the day i got the invitation. "You are invited to the nuptials of Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen." My first thought was that it was a mistake. She wouldn't want me there. Then I thought maybe he sent it, make sure I knew who won. After a while I realized I didn't care there no way I was going.
I take another sip. Katniss Mellark. Another drink. Guess I should of known she would end up with him. We were too much alike. Together our fire would devour us. Now I'm left here to burn alone.