Caution:Mockingjay spoilers! Read At Own Risk! Anyways, this is my first fanfic (woohoo) so don't expect a lot. All rights go to Susane Collins, who wrote the Hunger Games! This story is about Gale and how he fet after Mockingjay
Gale POV
Unfair. It was all unfair. The girl I love had run off into the Hunger Games only to
return not just as a victor but a lover too. She had no idea what we had gone through for her
actions. Once she left for the Quell, the Capitol questioned, beat, tortured and starved my
whole family. It was even worse that they all looked up to me with their sparkling, tear-stained
faces, even when I could do nothing. Sure, I was worried for Katniss, heck, I loved her. But I paid
too big a price. Thank goodness for District Thirteen. Right after we got away from the
bombing, they rescued us. They gave everyone food, jobs, medical help, and more. All for the
price of joining the Rebellion. After Katniss got away from the Quell Games, she joined us at
Thirteen. I could never look at her in the same way, just like after the first Games. Soon, she
became the Mockingjay, which helped the people believe that we would win this war. But then
came her mission. She just had to go to the Capitol stronghold to kill Snow, losing our best
commander on the way. I bet she blames me for Prim's death, too. Those silver box bombs
were perfect, the best weapon I had come up with by far. But now I regret even that. I had seen
everything from my hovercraft. Katniss running to Prim, calling her name. Prim's small form
going up in flames, and Coin laughing. I guess she thought it was some sort of sick joke that the
Mockingjay's favored sister was dead. Now, I wanted to hit the undo button, erase the whole
thing, but I knew I couldn't do that. Now I was working in District Two while Katniss and that
hated Peeta were a happy couple, and I was alone in this evil, treacherous world.