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I grab an arrow from my quiver and take aim in less than a second. I am about to shoot when I see the coal mining boy from District Twelve.
"Gale?" I ask silently.
"Hey, Catnip."
"What are you doing here?" I ask a bit more confidently.
"I could ask you the same question." he replies.
"Needed some space to think." I reply, not looking at his grey, eyes so similar to mine.
"What happened?" he asks with concern.
" I just miss Peeta. " Now I wish I hadn't have said that. But luckily he doesn't ask- I try to steer clear of Peeta's name.
"Well, I was meant to surprise Mom and the kids. But it seems like we wanted to surprise each other. They're in Two, staying with one of my friends."
"Where are you staying?" I ask quickly. I don't know why I am asking, but Gale may not have a key.
"I'll probably go by Madge's. I can go catch up with her." he turns to walk away, but I stop him.
"Will you stay with me?" I blurt out. I want my best friend back- only for a little while. Probably just for a few days.
"Um, yeah, sure." he replies, almost star struck. What are you thinking Katniss? What would Peeta think? He nearly killed your sister. But the thing is, he did kill hundreds of others. And that was only outside President Snow's mansion. What about all of his death traps? The Nut?
No. Gale is a good person. He fought for The Rebellion. He hunted and mined for his family. It surely wouldn't hurt for him to stay.
As we make our way back to the Victors Village, I see my mother outside with Buttercup.
"Oh , Hello , Gale! I haven't seen you for ages! You get taller and more handsome every time I see you! It seems like only a week ago I was treating you with the measles!" My mother exclaims, reaching up to hug Gale.
Something catches my eye from Prim's room. I can see her looking at Gale. I try to search her face for any emotion. But nothing is shown. She begins to look distraught when my other calls her to come outside and say Hello to Gale.
At first I wonder why. Then I realise. This is the man she's loved since she could crawl. Gale has always been like the big brother she never had. But this is also the same man that nearly killed her. The man that caused the painful burns on her body.
She subtly creeps back into the darkness and doesn't respond. My mother calls her a few more times, but realises that it's no use.
"Well, I'll see you two around." she says cheerfully.
"Bye, Mom" I mumble.
"See you around." Gale replies.
We silently make our way back to the house. I offer Gale some lunch, but he claims he's already eaten. I eventually get a conversation flowing and avoid Peeta's name at any point.
Right in mid-sentence, Gale stops talking when he notices me gazing at Peeta's canvas painting of The Meadow- my favourite.
"I suspect he did it." Gale mentions, half glaring at it. I can hear the hate and remorse in his voice.
"Sorry. What were you saying?" I shake my head slightly whilst being snapped back into reality.
"So, in other words- He makes some buns, paints a picture and everybody is happy and free." he remarks meanly.
"You know and can tell that I've been avoiding this." I reply, still not taking my eyes off the picture.
"I know and can tell everything about you, Katniss." he stares at me with his smouldering grey eyes.
"Maybe you should go catch up with Madge. I need some air." I dismiss his comment quickly. And before I know it I am out of the door.
I want to go to the woods, but that is the obvious place. So, instead I turn towards Haymitch's house.
Haymitch knows that I will just walk into his house, so I don't bother to knock.
"More boy trouble, sweetheart?" he slurs from the living room. Great. so, a couple of months without some alcohol clearly didn't work. Haymitch knows that his last comment hurt me, but unlike last time he said his, I choose to just glare at him rather than walk away.
"Sorry. Shouldn't have said that. Drink?" he says a bit more quietly.
"Gladly." I slump down into the chair, admire how clean his house is, take the bottle from his hand and gulp a few times. God, I forgot what happened last time I did this.
"I'll see you later." And I walk out of the door.
