a/n: first HG fanfiction, be honest when reviewing please.

primxgale

Sometimes, things happen without us realizing. Sometimes, things happen that probably shouldn't. I never noticed that I was falling in love with him. Like they say, you never really know what you've got till it's gone.

Right now, I know that Katniss would be on a train heading for the Capitol. I know she still had her life, which, for the next few weeks, is a very frightening variable. I constantly have a pain in my heart now, without her. My mother is torn apart; the only thing that keeps her sane is healing victims from the mines, or patients hurt by the newly fallen snow which leads to slips on ice. Mr. Mellark keeps me fed, for when my mother isn't healing a wound or making mint tea, the last thing on her mind is feeding me. I can't blame her; I've been rather selfish lately too. We all have.

The first time I saw him was the day after the reaping, wearing a ripped coat that used to be his fathers, he told me once. The newfound chill in the air wasn't helping the fact that our house felt odd and empty; usually Katniss had a fire going the first snowfall of the year. He came b our house, knocked on our door, and after no one answered he remembered there was no spirit of home here anymore anyways, so he let himself in, lit the fire, and was on his way out before he saw me.

"Hey," He said.

"Hello, Gale."

"Prim, how have you been holding up?"

"Well. As well as can be. Fine. Perfectly fantastic." When Katniss left, the sarcasm was sucked out of our house. I felt it was my duty to restore it.

"Sorry. Stupid question. It's what everybody has been asking me."

"I don't doubt it. Do you miss her?"

"Yes. But it's not so bad. I have to focus on other things now." He sounded off, funny as he said those words. Katniss had left, and with her, all of our spirit. She was well liked in 12, whether she knew it or not.

"Like what?"

"Like feeding my family, catching up with people I haven't talked to in awhile. People like you."