Post Hunger Games
The Return
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The day she comes home, back from the games and the cameras and the other boy, Gale doesn't know what to think. He knows that he should trust her - trust that she would never do that to him. That she wouldn't forget everything they had just because some guy saved her once. Wasn't that what Gale had been doing for years?
That settles it. It was an act. He knows it was an act.
"Hey, Gale," she says weakly. He hadn't seen her for almost two weeks since she got back. The people from the Capitol have been trailing her like she's some kind of god come down from above.
Makes him sick.
He doesn't look at her for a second.
An act, he thinks. Don't blame her for surviving.
He smiles. He opens his arms.
When he embraces her and she sighs, he relaxes. They fit. All is well.
The hatred is creeping up on him again. It comes for him when he's not expecting it. Sometimes it has direction. The Capitol, the games, his pitiful meager living. Today, he's shocked to feel it ripping into his image of Katniss. He truly hates... not her, but the idea of what she might be doing.
Is she with Peeta right now?
Even if it is an act, it's not like she'll be able to get out of it. Not publicly, anyway. They'll expect her to be one half of a golden whole for the rest of her life.
And what does that make Gale?
A cousin. A distant observer. An extra.
Someone an author sets out to make a severely wasted, underdeveloped character. (Wait, how did my thoughts get in there? Oops.)
Hi. I wanted to drabble quickly (cough... rant... cough) because I just saw the trailer. And, hey, Gale's in it. They probably showed the extent of his screentime, too.
I refuse to except how these books turned out. It doesn't make sense to me. It really DOESN'T.
And Mockingjay was a cop out. A deranged, painful cop out.
Excuse me while I go cry in the corner of my room like a pity.
