Hunger games
Chapter one : Lost
Gale's POV
Hurt. Riped appart. Destroyed. This couldn't be happening. Primrose, why was your name the one to be picked? One chance, out of a million. But that hadn't been enough. Oh, Katniss, how I understand your pain. How terrible it has to be for –
« I VOLUNTEER » you shouted.
WHAT? Katniss… dont do that to me! Don't kill yourself. Think of your family, of your mom. If you can't bring them food, how will they survive? Oh, right, I will help them. Of course I can get enough food for both our families but…
Why is it so bad? Why does this feel like your taking my heart away with you? We've never been more then friends – right? But then, why…
I pulled Prim off your waist and sended you a sad look. I tried to make it encouraging, but it made no sense anymore. You were leaving. And you had no clue how bad that felt to me.
My thoughts trailed away and the boy's name was picked out of the huge glass bubble. It wasn't important now, and it wasn't me anyways. The baker's son would have a hard time where you were going. He obviously wasn't a fighter. Now, if only all of the other disrticts could send people like him to the games… you would have a chance.
You're strong. But not strong enough.
Prim stopped sobbing in my arms. Effie presented both of our tributes, both of you. Nobody applaused. Slowly, I raised my left arm to my lips and showed only three fingers. As if the others knew you as much as i did, they al stayed silent and lifted their hands.
Katniss. You have always been my best friend. You are the only person whom I've ever trusted. My every thoughts are with you. Not only now, but since I have met you. But you're a hunter. And this is a hunt.
Goodbye Katniss. Good luck, my only true friend.
I'll miss you.