The Mockingjay and The Nightingale
Dear Gale,
I'm not sorry. In all honesty, at that point in time I didn't plan on forgiving you. But things don't always go as planned, right? It's been a long three years without you. Don't get the wrong idea – I don't love you that way. I just miss you being around.
You were the one who understood me, my hunting partner. But let me tell you – you were more than that. You were my best friend and we can't let the Games change that, right?
No, sorry. Wrong. The Games have changed everything – from our relationship to our lives and even our mental states. We're no longer those two best friends who spend their days hunting together anymore.
We're two birds in the night sky who watched as the ground beneath us was ripped to shreds. We're two birds who were left in the night sky, battered and tired while the earth shook violently. We're the two birds who didn't die despite the odds, the birds who now live in an empty void of a world filled with pain. We're those two birds.
They call me the mockingjay. Well, if I'm the mockingjay then you're the nightingale. You're the nightingale who sang when night fell and the mockingjay was too tired to continue singing any longer. You're the one who sang for the mockingjay when she had lost her voice.
And you're the reason she got her voice back. You are the nightingale. My nightingale.
Katniss
I know it's kind of short, hehe. Thanks for reading. Please review! (:
-ALFdd-