WHISKEY LULLABY
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I can't believe she chose Him, Gale Hawthorne. I've started drinking just like my old mentor, Haymitch. Every night since we came back from the war I'll take a bottle of vodka from the wine cellar and drink till dawn. I try to drink away her memory everyday and night. I just can't eraser her glowing olive skin from my brain. I promised if we ever together I would love her with all my heart and if we never ended up together I would die of heartbreak. Now I feel the weight of that decision weighing on my shoulders. I sat at the kitchen table my life has been short I'm only nineteen. A gun sits next to me along with my 8th bottle of vodka her hair , her smile, her skin, her lips, and her middle of the thunderstorm grey eyes. All the images of being in the games with this lovely angel thunder like a roaring river through my brain. Why? Couldn't she just pick ME! I punch the table and start to weep. I've never cried so much in my life. I've never felt so much pain in my chest before it was more painful than being slashed by Cato in my first games. I can't handle this anymore! I take a piece of paper write 'I will always love her with my whole heart, and my whole soul.' I take the picture I drew of her when we were on the roof in our second games. I then took the gun brought it up to my head and with one last look around my soundings and at the drawing of the girl on fire, the girl that has owned my heart since I was 5, I pulled the trigger.
*Katniss*
They found him with his face down on the table pooled in blood but in his hand cluched for dear life was a drawing of our final moments in the quarter quell with a note that said 'I will always love her with my whole heart, and my whole soul.' The head peacekeeper informed me of my boy with the bread's death two weeks ago. The funeral will be tomorrow, I've taken up drinking I always promised myself I would never be like my mother. But I've faded the world around me seems to stop since He is no longer here. I have a child with Gale, he takes care of her mostly I just cant seem to stop blaming myself for his death. I drink about 8 bottles of whiskey everyday. Gale and Sofia try to get me out but I just can't stop blaming myself for his death. I realize why I feel so much guilt over this boy's death I loved him. I've always loved him ever since I called out his name in the first games. I drink more whiskey than ever. It's been four years since his death, I've silently cried myself to sleep so many nights. The wight of guilt was too much, I got up while Sofia was at school and Gale at work and went to the closet where Gale keeps his gun. I take the pearl He gave me in the quarter quell and a picture and think I'll see you soon Peeta, i've figured out I loved you for so long too. With that as her final thought and a tear sliding down cheek I pull the trigger.
*Gale*
I found her with her face down in the pillows clinging to a picture if Him and a pearl. I've always hated him he always found a way to take her from me, he's dead and even now he found a way. I pick her up and carry her to the willow tree out by the meadow and burry her there with Him. I put my three middle fingers to my lips and hold them out to her. They both drank, whiskey, hopefully the angels will sing them both a whiskey lullaby.