Hidey ho hidey hey my peeps. When I started writing this, three things came to mind,
I need to start writing chapter stories
I LOVE making Gale suffer
I need reviews
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So, without further ado, onward with the story…
Gale sat on the couch. A bottle of liquor in one hand, untouched glass in the other. He stared at the TV screen. Watching the one he lost and the man she couldn't survive without. It was clear that she didn't love him. Never replied back to any of his letters, answered the phone when he called. He knew this was all because of Prim. Sweet, lovely Prim who died because of his bombs. Back in the early days he would think Katniss didn't love him because of her. Now he knows better. Peeta is the one who came back, even with all the sorrows that were in that retched district. Even when he didn't love her he still did. It sickened him to the core as he watched on that TV screen. Smiling as that blue haired-freak named Caesar Flickerman asked them questions about their life, their recovery, their baby. Katniss sat there with the slightest bulge on her stomach, hands over it protectively. When he heard he thought it was a ruse, like in the Quarter Quell. But the way Katniss reacted told him otherwise. Grinning like any other person would, but had both hands wrapped around her stomach. That's what turned him to the bottle.
He found out the baby was a girl. A spitting image of Katniss. The only thing that was off was those blue eyes. The eyes that reminded him that little Isabella Primrose Mellark would never be Hawthorne.
Years later he learned how to deal with the pain long enough to accept the building job in District 12.
He didn't make it three steps before Katniss came to haunt him.
She was all the way down the block talking to some woman and Isabella was here in the meadow watching him.
Katniss turned her head and the lady was completely forgotten. Her eyes did a quick scan of the perimeter and once she saw Isabella and the hovercraft she ran her in 10 seconds flat. By now Isabelle is 3 and since I'm 29 Katniss is 27. It seems as if time skipped over her in the past 10 years. She still has that beautiful glow I remember in her. So strong and fierce. She holds Isabella as stares at me while lightly scolding her.
"Bella why did you leave my side?" she says and her eyes grow a deep fire in them
"I saw it in the sky and thought it was a star" she says and Katniss lightly chuckles.
"Well it's getting late. Why don't we go home now okay?" she says and tucks Bella's face in her chest and holds her with one are to point at me, the Bella, and run her hand across her throat as the message couldn't be more clear.
I go near Bella, I'm dead.
"Okay mommy" she says and rests her head on Katniss's shoulder.
That was the last time I saw my love.
Fin.
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