Heyy guys! This is my first, so I'm just experimenting a bit, but comment and tell me how I'm doing! (:
Katniss POV-
"I am Katniss Everdeen. I am 19 years old. I am the mockingjay. I survived. Why did I survive? How did I survive? What exactly is it that I survived from?" I came to slowly, looking up into the kind face of Gale. Two years. It had been two years since the boy sitting before me had simply walked away. Walked away from the district, from the people who cared for him him as best they could, from me. So, like the genius I am, I sat there and simply stared at him, taking in the changes as if drinking in the image of the man I once knew so well like water. His mind was obviously elsewhere, as he sat there, mumbling "I should never have left!" Suddenly, he looked down into my eyes, locking eyes with me.
"Katniss, why didn't you stop me?" he asked in an anguished tone.
Not knowing really how to respond, I just looked up and said simply, " How could I? You hated me. Besides, you had such a brilliant future there! It would have been selfish to say, 'Gale, stay with me!' Besides, I can take care of myself"
Laughing bitterly, Gale muttered, "Not well enough, apparently"
Grinning, I say, "What? Can you speak up? My granny ears don't seem to work anymore" startling a laugh from his throat. Deep like his laugh used to be, but softer, almost hoarse, like he hadn't drunk anything in years.
"Rest, Katniss, girl on fire," he said softly, "there will be plenty of time for us to talk later, after you're healed"
Still grinning like a fool, I scooted over in the... bed? It seemed to be many soft furs arranged into a bowl like shape, the base cradling my body gently. Scooting over on to a soft tiger print, I patted the cheetah print blanket next to me, indicating for Gale to lie down next to me. After only a moment of hesitation, Gale gently lowers himself onto the blanket so as not to touch me. Puzzled, I scoot close to him, snuggling into his familiar body. For an instant, he seems stunned and stays stiff, but after a moment or two, he relaxes and puts his arms around me. And for a moment, as I drift into a peaceful sleep, I believe everything will be okay.