"Gale!" I shriek. But it's too late . Gale is under and dead before I can even gasp. I run to and drag him out from the fence and press my ear to his chest and listen for his heart. But I don't find it.
I have always thought Gale as a friend but now I've found that I love every single bit of him.
I love the way his dark longish hair falls like a curtain around his handsome face when he hunts. I love the way his lips form the words so gently. I love the way his eyelid flickers when he sees a deer or a turkey or something worth a lot to us. I love how his eyes sparkle. I love it all. But now I will never see it again.
I'm crying now, as I run to the Hawthornes' house.
I meet Hazel Hawthorne in the small kitchen cooking a bit of meat. It seems so small.
"Gale,the fence,shocked." I pant through sobs.
I take to the fence where Gale is lying, unconscious. At least I hope he is. Hazel drops to the ground and starts beating his chest. Gale suddenly coughs and sits up. Suddenly he's up and walking towards the village.
"Thank god." I murmur.
When I get home, I find a warm bath waiting for me. I lie there bathing until it goes cold. When I back our tiny bedroom,there's a blue silk dress lying on my bed. I pull on the soft material. Mother ties up my hair in a braid around my hair. Then a bell chimes somewhere.
Prim starts hyperventilating.
"It's me it's me it's me..." she pants.
I turn to her and crouch down to her height.
"It wont be. First-timers are barely ever picked,you know that. And anyway everyone likes you.