So don't you worry your pretty little mind
People throw rocks at things that shine
And life makes love look hard
The stakes are high, the water's rough
But this love is ours
(Taylor Swift - Ours)
Gale stood next to Clove and lightly pressed his lips against hers. His Hands Held her's. The sun shone brightly between the gaps of the trees and leaves above. He felt her head rest against his chest, her glossy brown hair tickling his chin.
"We shouldn't be doing this.." She whispered softly.
"Who cares if we're from different districts. It's love. Love is love. People should be happy for us... Forget what people say. They just don't seem to like us happy.." Gale whispered back. He tilted her head towards up to look at him. She smiled softly at him, he smiled back. She moved him so how. he thought it was the fact that she was such a viscious and mean person to people she didn't know or she dispised. Yet, behind that was a sweet, intelligent 16 year old who cared for the people she loved and loved the people she cared for.
When they had met, Clove hadn't liked him very much. Gale, though, Liked her alot. They had grown closer over soldier training. Being partners had helped, but still they grew closer and closer. Now they were meeting up secretly in the woods, using the time they should be hunting in. Although Gale's snares meant they always caught something.
He kissed her forehead when she lent her head back on his chest.
"I love you." He whispered.
"I.. Love you too" She whispered back. She hugged him tightly and Gale knew she meant it.
Gale smiled again because, He meant it to.
