Author's Note: I have recently been converted to Gale/Madge shippiness, by reading Medea Smyke's amazing Gadge fanfiction which I highly recommend, and decided to try my hand at something that is...sort of Gadge. Mostly Madge though and depressing. It's just a drabble. Short. And my first Hunger Games fanfic. Read and review, please and thank you.
Tastes Like Strawberries
As the bombs fall all around my house and I cling to my mother and her father, all I can think is, I never got to tell him.
Never got to tell him how I felt. That I loved when he smiled, that I wondered what his lips would feel like pressed up against mine, his hands encircling my waist.
That I liked him. That I thought it could be more.
But that chance has been taken from me.
I cry bitter tears, hot tears, that course down my cheeks as my parents each kiss the top of my head.
And this is it. My life is ending before it ever really began.
I fall down and envision his face as it was on those days he came to my house, our fingers barely brushing against one another as the strawberries are passed from him to me.
A strangled cry exits my lip as I die, my tongue darting out to lick my lips.
I think I taste strawberries.
