RUN AWAY
ALSO ABOUT THAT PERSON THAT SAID SHE DIDN'T GET HIS NUMBER, I REALIZE THAT WOULD BE THE RATIONAL THING TO DO BUT CAN WE JUST PRETEND LIKE IT'S NOT FOR THE SAKE OF THE STORY? THANKS :) LUV YA
Chapter Four: The After Math
Peeta Pov:
She left. Ran away. Got on that huge white plane and flew off to her new life. Her new life without me. I feel like a petty emotional girl who cries and eats ice cream in her bed for weeks when her boyfriend cheats on her. Except I don't have the memory of her as my girlfriend, all I have is that one kiss. That amazing kiss.
The feeling of her skin against mine, the way she smelt of fresh mint and fruit, and her soft hair brushing against me cheeks. She was perfection. An angel in human form. She called me the boy with the bread. Obviously referring to the time I gave her bread, told her to carry on. I'm glad she remembered. Now I know at least I'll be in her thoughts.
But she's gone. The girl I've loved for 10 years is gone. And I'll never get her back.
Katniss Pov:
I cried the entire plane ride. I sat silently, curled into a ball, tears streaming down my face. Did I do the right thing? Or will this be one of those things I regret so much in the future? Why can't I be in two places at once? I miss him already. Peeta. I don't know anything about him. He's nice, smart, a baker, a wrestler, and he smells like a bakery. That's it. There's no depth or understanding but I like him. A lot.
When I get to New York, I feel so many emotions rush through me. I'm torn between screaming, crying and laughing. I feel upset, because of all the people I've left behind. I feel happy, just for being here and a step closer to my goals, and I feel like shit because I'm in a big ass city where I don't know anyone, and I'm totally and completely LOST.
Fuck My Life.
It's been almost an hour. I can't find a cab, I guess they don't come to this side of town. Suddenly, my head hits something hard, and I fall to the ground, feeling dizzy and seeing spots.
"Catnip?" I here. The familiar gruff voice and poorly-created nickname. I know it can only be one person. Gale.
Squealing like someone who just met Finnick Odair (the super cute actor), I throw my arms around Gale, nearly knocking him over and a tight hug. Why is he here? In New York?
"Oh My Gosh! Gale! What are you doing here?" I yell. As he tells his story, I notice he hasn't changed much. The same dark hair and eyes much like me. He's more muscular and tan, but he looks great. Really great.
"Well, after we broke up, there was nothing holding me back. I wasn't learning anything in school and I was almost 18 so I left. I'm sorry I haven't called in a while. Now what are you doing here missy?" He says, waggling his eyebrows. I let out a loud laugh, I miss this. I miss him.
"Well, I had enough money, so…I left. I left my mom and came here." He nods, he always knew my home life was tough.
"So…were you thinking of singing?" He asks. I nod my head eagerly. "Well, that's great because…I got a new job in a recording studio and I think you're an amazing singer and….well…." He trails off, blushing.
"OH MY GOD YES! YES!" I scream. I would love to work with Gale. We're great friends and I know for a fact he's like a music guru. Not kidding, he knows everything. He can also play guitar and does some singing as well. We won three talent shows in a row together in Middle School.
While I'm still jumping up and down like a 5-year-old, Gale stops me. His eyes are on my neck and I realize he's staring at the Mocking Jay necklace.
"I always liked Mocking Jays." He says thoughtfully. I know that face. He's formulating a plan. And knowing Gale, It'll be awesome.
I give Gale my address and he takes me there. He lives a couple blocks away so he goes home shortly after. There isn't much to this place. There's one large room, with a couch, mini fridge, stove, sink, table and a small bed. There's also a small bathroom. It's not glamorous, and the furnitures chipped and old. The brick walls are stained with things I don't even want to think about, but I'll make do.