"Gale is that really you?" She says.
I look away. "Why are you here? How did you find me?" I ask with a harsh tone.
"I didn't, I just- why don't you come back to my house? It's a bit cold and Peeta just made some cookies with our children."
I hold back I chuckle. He's still under her spell. "I don't think so, Katniss. I planned on a short trip here. Don't want to stay much longer. Too many memories." I look back at her. Her clouded gray eyes are narrowed in puzzlement. Her scars are starting to show, despite being let go years ago.
"Why are you even here then? I would've thought it was to see me. Who else is here for you?" She asks. I'm shocked for a moment. Her, here for me? I don't think so, Girl on Fire.
"Well maybe I just wanted to visit an old friend. She's gone now, but I still like to visit her resting place." I snap back.
"Oh no. Not-"
"I need to go now. Sorry for disappointing you." I interrupt.
All this deep thinking, about her, about Madge, about the Capitol.. just makes me want to go home. I enter the gate. Even the famous Mockingjay can't board the train. I don't dare look back, fearing that if I do, my heart will be torn apart.
She's different now. I can tell. Whether it's good or bad, I have no idea.
Anyways, even if I did love her once, she shattered everything we had in the Capitol.
She blames everything on me, too.
Prim. Prim died too. She was so young. Younger than Madge. Both were too young to burn to ashes.
Were both my fault though?
I could've saved Madge. Perhaps saving Prim was a possibility.
I doze off on the train and dream of screaming blonde girls being burnt by my flames of rebellion.