Quick drabble (these things are really fun to write!) told from Gale's perspective. Enjoy, and if you do, review! T for language
Fire and Ice
They called her the Girl on Fire.
But they're idiots, so its not like they knew any better. They don't know her like me - perks of being her best (and only) friend for over four years. They don't know that girl, not in the slightest do they have any knowledge of this (presumable) Girl on Fire.
No, Katniss Everdeen was definitely not fire.
If anything, she was ice.
Always so cold, so distant. A hardened, protected shell that had to be endlessly slaved over and chipped away at until you could get anywhere near what was underneath. She was a bitch on the outside, froze your fingers and made you just want to just give up and walk away.
And though I always know that she'll deny it, that she'll probably never think of me as this ever again, it is a fact that I was the only one who managed to completely break through that ice. The only one equipped with a big enough ice pick to split her stupid - and completely unnecessary façade.
She always told me that I was the fire - and I guess she was right. I flare up to much, and I know it. I just can't control - can't stop. I hurt friends and family and every fucking person near me. And it never stops.
Fire and ice don't mix. Don't ask me why. That's just the way it is, and I've learned to accept it.
But God, it hurts. It hurts real bad to know that she's gone forever. I run that day we said goodbye over and over in my mind. I must have whispered "Shoot straight" to myself over a thousand times. I wished I had said something more meaningful - something so goddamn special that she wouldn't have left. But it's rotten because I know that even "I love you" wouldn't be enough. I was never enough, was I? I'll never be enough.