After Sophia had gone home, Gale walked outside into the cool, fresh air of District 2. From his balcony, he could see right over the city. The lights were gleaming in the dark, twinkling like a thousand bright, yellow stars. He sat down on a springy wooden chair, one like many of the ones they had back in district 12, before it was fire-bombed. Before it had been turned into ash, wood and char. He watched as some of the freight trains from the other districts rushed past in the distance, bringing more wealth to this already wealthy place.
He was staring quite stoically at the whispers of their plight, the heaving sacks of food, bound for Eight, the supplies to Twelve, the medicine to the Five, and the aid to all, until a shrill blast of a whistle interrupted him. Settling down after the break in the monotony of the silence, his thoughts slowly wandered to Katniss. A fleeting urge to get up and board the nearest train to District 12 came to him, but it was as quickly quelled as it came to mind.
"Katniss" he whispered into the air softly, as if wishing her to appear. "I know that you don't forgive me, and probably never will, but please don't forget, because I never will."
As if in response to his words, the wind picked up and shifted slightly to the south. The breeze trying to carry his words, as futile as it was, to the intended recipient. A note of melody was picked up by his ears, carrying throughout the street by means of the breeze, disrupting the quiet shuffle of the autumn leaves. It caused him to stop and think, the notes of the fiddler wafting through the late night air. There was something eerily familiar about the melody, he had heard it in the meadows, and in the breeze, and somewhere on TV, deep beneath the trees.
"Katniss" he whispered for a second time, letting the word hang in the air for a split second, before it was whisked away, into the cruel night air. This time, the wind didn't change and the notes of the fiddler died, as if suddenly cut short by his unanswered plea. Far away, in a meadow beneath the trees, he was sure; a strong minded woman, decided his thoughts.
A/N: Hope I went all right with this; I just wanted to try out a different genre. I may or may not continue with this.
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