A short Gale drabble... please R&R!
She hated them.
The pyscho-killers that always seemed to pop up whenever things died down from the last attempts of murders. And gale may have put on a brave face, but on the inside she was breaking. And the only reason she didn't was Dewey. If it wasn't for him, gale would either be a mess or dead.
Or both.
But in a strange, sick way, she felt that she owed these expirences, as they had introduced her to the love of her life. Without them, she would have never gone to Woodsboro, never have met dewey, never would have fallen for him, and never would have ended up marrying him.
And whenever she'd confesses this to Dewey, he'd be quick to reassure her that that would have brought them together eventually. But they wouldn't be this close, having to trust each other fully to survive. So, with out them, would things be as they are now?
