Crystalline Galaxies
The night is cold but promising, and he waits below the stars. It is better to meet now, to meet in the dead of night, away from prying eyes and, anyway, he's hunting during the day. That is what he tells himself.
He counts the stars in his head as he waits, hating the silence, the same silence that he is forced into each afternoon. It taunts him. It mocks him. Just the presence of another person is able to chase it away, something that he didn't realize until said person was gone.
"Gale?" Her voice is a whisper and makes her sound soft and dainty and unusual. He accepts it without question, though, as she leans down to kiss him. The kiss numbs him, and he pulls her closer. He thinks she knows; he thinks she knows that she is good for him in all the wrong ways.
As he breaks the kiss and leans back to look at her, he cannot make out her face perfectly. And that is quite fine; the shadows give her a mysterious quality, not quite definite, not quite real. Sure, she looks ethereal and elegant and maybe even exotic with her large light eyes, but he likes when the edges are blended, and he likes how he can squint and not know her at all and pretend.
She doesn't know that.
She can never know that in the night, it is not the governor's daughter that Gale sees but instead a girl that is too far away, maybe even too far gone, to touch.
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xx Be warned – I tend to get into the heartbreak of Gale. (Would ya all kill me if I said I didn't mind the Gale & Madge pairing? Of course not over Katniss & Gale… but still…) I'll challenge myself to a happier piece next time!