Okay, so this is my first story that I've written second person. Basically, it's just Gale's perspective on all the important events in Hunger Games, Catching Fire, and Mockingjay. Enjoy.

If I owned the Hunger Games, many, many things would be different. Unforunately, I do not. Suzanne Collins does.


So there's this girl.

Yeah, I know. There's been girls before her. Ones that you thought were pretty, or that you flirted with, or that you stole kisses from. But this one's different. Though she's as pretty as some, she's so beautiful it can take your breath away. There's so many things about her that are perfect, you can't count. The way she tilts her head when she's really listening. Her laugh, on the rare occasions you can coax it out. The way she walks like a forest animal, not making a sound, even when she's not in the forest. Her face, when she focuses on a target with an arrow that you already know will hit its mark, because she never misses. She's perfect.

That's not to mention her bravery. Her strength. How she loves so fiercely. When she lets you in, it's like entering Heaven itself. She struggles just as much as you, but she comes through it; she never gives up; she's your inspiration to keep going.

You try to get up the courage to tell her. Because after one winter night, you realize just how much you love her. You love her so desperately that sometimes, when you wake up in the middle of the night, you need her there, because she's your other half. The only person who understands you, who knows you through and through and accepts you for it.

When you spend time together, in the woods that are your home, you try to tell her. But there's never a right, the words never sound heartfelt in your head. One time, you get really close.

"Katniss," you say, to catch her attention.

"Yes, Gale?" She turns to you, the light catching her eyes.

"I-I-think we should try the berry patch today," you say, losing your courage.

"We were just there two days ago. Why don't we try the fields instead?"

You agree, because her instincts are always right. And you curse at yourself for how cowardly you are.

But you figure you'll have time. Plenty of time. It's your last year in the reaping, and even though your odds are high, it's unimaginable you'll ever have to enter the Hunger Games. It happens to other people. Sure, you know some of them, but you don't think you're ever going into the Arena. And you never do.

But when you hear the name Primrose Everdeen read out, you know that she's going in. You know because Katniss is Katniss, and the only person who she loves with her whole being is Prim. She'd sacrifice herself in an instant for that girl. And when she utters the words "I volunteer" the only thing you can do is grab her screaming little sister and try to hold her back, as the girl you love climbs the platform to her death. You hate everybody in that moment. You want to kill every single person ever involved in the Games, because they have all conspired to kill this girl who shouldn't die. But there's nothing you can do. For just a second, you consider volunteering, but you know that she would never forgive you if you didn't take care of her family. This is her death sentence; not yours.

So you wait your turn to say goodbye. You wait as first her family, then that baker, Mellark?, then Madge say their final good byes. When you walk in and see her, you just want to fall at her feet and weep. But you are Gale Hawthorne- you don't cry. Not since the day your father died and you became the head of the family. You are strong. You have to be strong. For her. So you open her arms, and touch her one last time, because giving her a tiny bit of support, even if it's just a warm embrace, is all you can do. You tell her to find wood, to hunt them like animals, because that's the one other thing you can give her; a last piece of advice. And before you know it, those damn Peacekeepers come. You need more time with her. To tell her that you love her, that she's your other half, the only person you've ever opened up to. The only one you'll ever trust.

But they take you away, and once again you don't tell her the words that should've been so easy to say.

I love you. Good bye.