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I awoke tangled in blankets. Sun was streaming onto my face. I reached to the side, searching for Peeta's warmth only to remember. Emptiness hit me like a rock. Ow. I sat up searching for anything familiar. I was lying on a fold out couch in the middle of a white and blue room with yellow furniture. To the side was a yellow kitchen and a white hallway which had three white doors. One opened. Gale.
We have a complicated past, and I swore I'd hate him forever. Why I was slightly relieved to see him was surprising, but I ignored it.

"Why are you here?" I asked, my voice dripping with acid.
"You're in my house," He replied, equally disgusted but looking slightly hurt.
So this was the rich district two? I threw the blankets off myself and stood. I was wearing one of Gale's (I guess) black, button up shirts and my underwear. I didn't mind but wondered what happened to my hunting jacket, jeans, and flannel I was wearing in twelve. I walked to him and glared up to his eyes, ready to spit if he did anything at all that pissed me off. He looked back down cautiously.
"I-" I started, but was then strangled with sobs and collapsed into him. It felt good to have someone to comfort me. I was gonna ask why the hell he'd dragged me to two and how long I'd been out but I lost myself in sadness. He hesitated, startled, but his strong arms were soon wrapped around me and were holding me tightly.
"I'm s-sorry" I barely whispered. I shook with cries, glad to have his warmth. My head rested on his chest and his on top of mine, his cheek on my hair. He stroked my back gently, soothingly, like my mother did when I was young. We stood like that for what felt like hours, me crying and him holding me. I wished we were in the woods and I wasn't crying. I wished we were still best friends. I wished the hunger games never happened to me. But we all wish things.
Just to be clear, this comfort scene DID NOT mean I forgave him. He practically killed me. I was just to depressed to deal with anything else and needed a break. That's all.

Eventually, he picked me up and lied me down on the fold-out couch. He tried to leave to the kitchen, but I held tightly to his shirt so he lied down next to me. I fell asleep, still shaking, soaking Gale and the blankets with tears.

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