Hey guys! As you may know, I am a fan of Galeniss. I didn't like how Mockingjay ended. This'll be a one-shot story. This fanfic takes place right before the Epilogue. Hope you like it!

CHAPTER ONE

He asked me to marry him. I wasn't sure yet. He told me he would wait.

Now I know it was the right decision. I don't love him. I only like him as a friend.

There's only one man I have ever loved. But I didn't know that then. I haven't seen him in a year. His name is Gale Hawthorne

I am still sad about my sister's death, but I know it wasn't him. Yes, he made that bomb, but he didn't know how it would be used. He thought he was helping. He cared about my family, he wouldn't have done it. If it wasn't his bomb, they would have used another. My sister was going to die anyway, all because of Coin.

I've decided to forgive him. He's my true love. I don't know if he still loves me. Maybe he's already gotten over me, and is now kissing another pair of lips.

But I'll have to try. If not, I'll come back to Peeta, and say the dreaded word: 'yes'

So I pack, and head to District 2.

Once, I arrive, I bump into someone.

"Sorry!"

I don't recognize him right away, but he does

"It's fi- Catnip?"

"Gale?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I thought- I- I came to- I came to visit you" I splutter out

"And why would you do that?"

"Because I care about you"

"I thought you hated me"

"At first" I admit "But I don't blame you now. If you're not seeing anyone right now, we could, you know, give it a try"

"You and me?"

"Yes" Then, I quickly add "If you still want to"

That was quick. It's not exactly as if I'm asking him out. It's more like I'm accepting his invitiation, the one he gave me a year ago.

I'm starting to think this was all stupid. Surely he doesn't want me anymore, he's probably found someone else

But I'm surprised, when he kisses me.

His lips crash onto mine, and his hands go around my waist.

I throw my arms to his neck, deepening the kiss.

My hands curl into his hair, and he pulls me closer. A million fireworks explode inside me.

This was the right choice. He is mine, I am his, and it has been like that all along.

When he finally pulls away, both gasping for air, he says

"Of course I still want you. I love you"

"I do too"

I am happy now. We belong together. I am like the blade and he is like the whetstone, we sharpen ourselves, make us better, everytime we're together. This is were I belong. My true love.

a/n Yay! Sorry it was short, and lame. I'm not very good at writing romance, but I tried.

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- Emma