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It's one of those days.
Again.
Where it pours outside and the world seems to have stopped.
I stand in the doorway of our room holding a tray of food for him. I just stare at him wondering how he pushes through.
Rarely does Gale ever dwell on the uneven past he left behind in the Capitol and 13, but since that was only twelve months ago, it has turned into one of those days.
"Gale? Are you okay?" I speak up.
He adverts his eyes from the ceiling and grumbles out a meaningless "Yeah."
I walk over to him and set the tray on my nightstand before I climb under the sheets right next to his lifeless body.
"No you're not." I sigh, laying my head on his shoulder. He doesn't protest. "It's just..." he trails off.
"Go one" he pauses and thinks something through.
"...I was so ruthless."
"It was for a good cause."
"But when I planned to destroy the Nut, I didn't know your-"
"Gale," I rearrange my position so I am looming over him looking into those glazed over hard gray eyes. "You didn't know. You did not know. I get it, Gale. You wanted to seize Two, but don't just freak out over one thing, it was part of the plan. It-"
He sits up at the edge of the bed and throws his hands to his face. I sit behind him in a huff.
"Its more than that. Looking back at all if it...it seems..." his voice drops to a low whisper "horrible."
"But," I climb over to the edge of the bed where I can sit next to him and rub his back covered by his stark white shirt. "It was for the cause. The rebellion. Like you have said. It needed to happen. Gale, what's done is done. You're fine. I'm fine. We all live in peace now thanks to you." I whisper.
He raises his head towards me. "You're right. Its just that pang of guilt I always get regretting that I didn't have to do so much damage."
I look him squarely in the eyes and kiss him lightly but keep our foreheads together when I say; "We always have a better solution for something once the disaster is over. But here you me, we all must forgive, forget, and move on."
His eyes look painful, but he nods and stands up. Without a word, like every other "one-of-those-days", he wipes away the morning and pushes through as if nothing happened.
He masks life well.
"You're welcome." I whisper.
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