Angsty one-shot for a wretched and angsty day. Happy New Years! Hope you enjoy! And this is hot off the presses, so sorry if it sounds...like crap. I'm...a mess today. Family cat of 14 years passed away early this morning quite suddenly.
The Peacekeepers are back too soon and Gale asks for more time, but they're taking him away and I start to panic. "Don't let them starve!" I cry out, clinging to his hand.
"I won't! You know I won't! Katniss, remember I—" he says, and they yank us apart and slam the door and I'll never know what it was he wanted me to remember.
The Hunger Games, pg. 40.
You never heard me did you?
What I tried to shout to you when they dragged me out. You never heard it did you?
I know you didn't as I watch you on the screen. I watch as your burned, as you sing Rue to death, and finally as you scream for Peeta.
There is nothing but silence. Silence everywhere only broken by the heart-rending tone of your voice. And you don't even realize it.
The look in your eyes is fierce, protective, wild with worry, and so many more emotions that I can't even process them all. But it's evident, this isn't a story anymore. It's real—you love him too.
I can feel your arrow pierce my heart, just as it pierces Cato's hand. The sounds he makes as he's dying, feel oddly similar to the way my heart is screaming within my chest. I know that pain, I feel it too…
Then they revoke the rule, and I watch survival kick in for a moment outweighing anything. I can see the thoughts of Prim in your eyes, but when he throws down his blade and asks you to kill him you fall to pieces.
He goes on and on saying all the words I'd say if I was there with you, if I could whisper those same words. And then I know, before he does what you're going to do. I can't watch.
I can't.
I leave the house and stand outside, knowing that there won't be a winner of these games. You're going to do the same thing we would have if we were there, we'd die together.
I sit there in the solitude waiting for it to be over, feeling the tears sting my eyes. When I can't bear it any longer, I go back in—just in time to see the berries go into your mouth. My heart clutches, but against all odds the announcer yells to stop. But I know it's too late, I know that you've swallowed them—it's what we would have done. Nightlock.
But I see the berries spit out on the ground, like a crimson stain. I try to wrap my mind around what has happened—that you're alive, you're coming home—but you're coming home with him.
As I see you crashing against the doors of the hover craft screaming his name—for the last time, I realize that you didn't hear me or you just didn't remember what I said.
"I love you."
