Gale blinked twice, all was blur, and he couldn't see anymore but hell, he could still hear the fucking television in where the wedding of Peeta fucking saint Mellark and Katniss Everdeen was happening. He make a gesture to a waitress, in any other day he would have tries to get in her pants, but not today, not today when destiny was too busy rubbing on his face all his mistakes, all the things he could have had and fucking hell, all what he lost.

He closed his eyes as the liquor burned his throat, he asked for the strongest drink and that's what they gave him. And still it was not enough. He looked at the Television and suddenly felt sick. Taking a bill he left the bar, making his way to the street. He shook his head and growled, a few raindrops where starting to fall and he was sure as hell that he wouldn't make it home dry as he was right now. A name escaped his lips and he regretted it when he felt the burn in where they told him, his heart was.

What he hated the most was the way it lingered in the air, he didn't care for Peeta or Katniss, he envied them both, those lucky bastards who in the end, ended together. He felt dizzy and bent over, he threw up and wiped his lips with the back of his hand, shaking his head he started to make his way towards, what he hoped, was his house. If only /she/ could see him, he wanted to laugh but the tears just made him smirk bitter, /she/, his beauty queen, would be scolding him.

- Fuck you, Madge Undersee, fuck you. - He said with a broken, angry, sad, bitter voice - Fuck you and all these shit! - He covered his eyes and cursed himself when he felt the tears wet his hands.

He missed her, god, he missed her. He was an idiot, God knows he was. All that time pushing his feelings towards Madge to the back of his head, he had been stubborn and now he was paying it.

He had been stubborn, forcing himself to think of Catnip in a romantic way, he had been stubborn convincing Madge that she was just a distraction...and fuck you, Madge Undersee, fuck you a million of times. He thought. Fuck you for letting me touch you in that way, fuck you for giving yourself to me, and fuck you for loving me. He sat in the stairs while the tears ran down his cheeks, he missed the sweet fragrance that seemed to be anywhere she was, he missed her soft smile, he missed the blue of her eyes, he missed the soft skin of the back of her knees, he missed the sound she would make when he...when she...when they...

He groaned and stood up, shaking his head. No, he needed to go home, he needing to sober up and to think straight. He nodded, rubbing his face, yes, that's what he needed. More liquor.

How he made it home without getting killed? Is beyond him. The next thing he remembers is breaking and throwing all the things of his apartment to the walls and floor.

What the fuck am i? What the fuck am i, Madge Undersee, without you? What the fuck i was back then? What? -He took another bottle and drank - I knew I should have kissed you in the rain! I knew! Tell me, what i your biggest mistake? What am i?

He looks at the window, the drops hitting against it and in that moments he believes that he is seeing an angel. Is her. His Madge Undersee, wearing that white dress and with her blonde her falling down her waist, he smiles bitter and throw the bottle.

What am i, Madge? Tell me please. - He asks to the angel, walking towards it- Would have you kissed me back? Would have you kissed me back when we were running in the rain if i had kissed you in that moment?

He touches the cold crystal and snaps out of his stupor. There is no Madge, there is no angel, and he just sees a poor excuse of who Gale Hawthorne used to be. He growls and sits on the floor with his head between his hands.

Fuck you, Madge. I should have kissed you when we were in love...when you were alive. Keep that kiss; keep it for me till i find you. Keep it.


*meep* Hi and enjoy.