Katniss Everdeen
Gale's P.O.V.
She kissed him. Katniss kissed that Peeta Mallark, right on T.V., where she knew I could see. It could be a ruse for sponsors, but that would take a lot of careful planning – planning too complex for an alcoholic like Haymitch. And Peeta obviously wasn't kidding in that interview – he loves her. Besides, they're as good as dead. One tiny kiss isn't going to make me mourn her any more then I already will.
Stop it, Gale. Watch the screen. I need to stop over-thinking things and watch that face while I can. That beautiful, beautiful face, with that gorgeous smile, and those knowing eyes. That long hair, that she always manages to keep up and neat, even in the middle of the Games. The way she flicks at the end of her ponytail when she's nervous. Her chewed fingernails. Her holey clothes, patched a thousand times. The ways she hunts. The ways she says my name.
Come back alive, Katniss. If you die, I'll die too.