Reminder: I'm writing in present tense now.

I'm in the woods, hunting beside Gale. I shoot a squirrel in the head, but instead of grabbing it, I turn to Gale. He looks at me with fear in his eyes.
"You-you're a killer."
"No, Gale, it was a squirrel."
"But you're going to kill me."
"No, of course not!" But my hands don't obey my brain, and I raise the bow, notch an arrow, and point it at his heart.
"Katniss, you're going to kill me."
"NO! GALE!" My fingers release the arrow, and it plunges into his body.
I wake up screaming, still trying to get the bow out of my hands.
"Catnip? Are you awake?"
"Y-yeah. Nightmare. No big deal." He looks at me skeptically.
"No big deal? You were screaming and thrashing for a while now, you wouldn't wake up."
"Gale, I killed you. I'm my nightmare."
"It's okay, it's just a nightmare. I'm still here." As if he wants to prove his point, he pulls me close to him and kisses my forehead.
"Gale, what time is it?"
"It's almost 7:30. You should get up." I nod, and he leaves the room. My life follows a monotonous, colourless schedule now. Gale comes to wake me up in the morning, we have breakfast, then we run. We can almost sprint the entire way now, it only takes us 20 min. or so. Then, we do sit-ups, push-ups, pull-ups, and weight lifting until lunch. We eat a few bites, then spend the rest of the afternoon working with weapons. I've gotten a lot better with spears, I'm bad with close combat but I can throw them fairly accurately. My shooting is sharper than ever, and my knife throwing skills are almost as good as Gale's. Gale can easily hit flying objects with a knife, and he can shoot very well with a bow. He's a lot better with the spear than I am, and we're about equal with swords. Peeta's brother sometimes helps us with hand to hand combat, and even though he was reluctant to fight me at first, now we're about equally matched. We spend our spare time climbing trees, and becoming more agile. Then we have dinner, we watch a recap and note skills that existing victors have.
I get changed quickly, and prepare for the last day of training before we are Reaped. There's some frost on my window, so I pull on a jacket and head downstairs. I'm surprised to find Haymitch and Peeta sitting in our kitchen, talking to Gale.
"Guess what, Catnip? We get a day off."
"After we talk about strategy," Peeta informs me. That sounds good.

"It's about time too. We've been training nonstop for forever."

My muscles used to hurt after training, but not anymore. I can run faster, for longer, I can climb the tallest trees; I'm stronger than I've ever been. Haymitch interrupts my thoughts.

"So, strategies. I know both of you will try to keep the other alive, so I'm not even going to try and persuade you. We want sponsors. Last year, it was all because of the star-crossed lover, and we can't exactly try that angle again. So think."

"Best friends." My mouth starts talking before I realize it.

"Best friends since childhood, being sent into the arena. One is in love with the other, but has been too afraid to tell her until they are both being sent to their deaths. The Capitol people will love it." Gale nods approvingly. Peeta thinks about it, looking slightly uncomfortable, and Haymitch smirks, before asking

"And where did you get that idea?" I blush slightly, and glare at him half-heartedly. He is still smirking, so I sigh and ask

"So can we leave now?" I motion towards Gale and I. Peeta nods a bit too quickly, and before I can wonder what that's about, Gale picks me up and throws e over his shoulder and runs out the door. I can hear Haymitch laughing at us loudly. He puts me down once we're outside, and grabs my hand, leading me towards the fence. We spend the day looking at clouds and picking at the grass, enjoying the silence when Gale decides we should head back. We're halfway to my house when the rain starts, and we dash inside, dripping wet.

"Looks like I'm staying here for the night," he declares. My mom rolls her eyes, and says that he can have the guest room. We have some warm stew and march upstairs. He heads to his room, probably wanting some rest before tomorrow comes. I put my head on the pillow and close my eyes, but I am far from sleeping. It's almost midnight when Gale pokes his head in, scaring the living daylights out of me.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I just can't sleep." I pat the bed, and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me against him. We talk quietly, about anything we can think of except tomorrow. We talk about life before I went to the Games. We talk about what would have happened if we didn't meet that day in the woods, I wonder if I would still be here. I know that Prim wouldn't, she would have starved to death while I was in the Games. We talk about old times, Gale tells me when he first realized he loved me. He said it was on his 17th birthday, when he finally realized it. I tell Gale some stories about my father, and to my surprise, he tells me about his. He tells me how they used to go out into the woods all the time together, how his father taught him how to make snares. He tells me about how he would come home at night and tell stories, no matter how tired he was. I sit quietly, listening to every word he says, until I feel a tear sliding down my neck. Never, in all the years I've known Gale, have I ever seen him cry. Not sure of what to do, I give him a small kiss and wrap my arms around him, but no more tears fall from his eyes. He runs his hands through my hair, and somehow, we end up falling asleep together, still sitting up against the headboard of my bed.

Sorry it's so short, it seemed to be a good place to break off.