I pass the fence, and hold it up to Prim. She didn't even had to bind, cause she's little enough to pass without curving her back.
"Can you show me how to use the bow?" I look at her. She so different of you, with her blonde hair and big blue eyes; she must miss you even more than I do. "Gale?" she calls, taking me out of my thoughts.
"Sure" I say, even though I'm not really good in the bow and arrow. You know, Catnip, we were a perfect pair. I do the snares, and you shoot. Or you used to shoot. I already told you this, but it feels so wrong to be in the woods without you. We were a pair, and know you're gone, and I'm by myself. It hurts more than you can imagine.
I take the bow and the arrows out of the place you used to hide them, and I look at it, trying to imagine how to use it. Prim is looking at me with curiosity. You told me she would freak out in the woods but she looks really calm. Maybe is because being in the woods feels like you're somewhere near. I found an apple in the tree, and I prepare the arrow for the shooting, feeling a little stupid. Remember when you tried to teach me? It didn't end well, but it was a nice day. A lazy Sunday, two years ago, when the reaping already had gone and both of us were still at home. I gave after two wrongs shoots, and you were laughing at me, but you didn't let me give up until I get an apple. I did. But it was a lucky shoot, but I never told you this. My hands continued to hurt like hell for a week, but I didn't care, even though you thought I did, since I complained all the time, just to make you laugh. And then, the next day, I teach you to make some snares, and you learned so fast. You're a smart one. You could have made through the games. But you didn't. Maybe it was Peeta's fault. It was right after you kissed him. You went to take his medicine, and then that girl from district 2… She killed you. She killed you with her knife, and I don't know what happened next. I wasn't feeling anything anymore. I couldn't believe. "The girl on fire is dead!" said the men that narrate the games. They said with a cheerful voice, like it was something amazing, something great, a big turn on the game. "The girl on fire is dead!" their voices were still in my head for days. Dead. Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire, as they know, and Catnip for me. My Catnip. My best friend, the only girl I was ever in love with. She was gone, forever. It hurted like hell, Catnip, it still does, truth be told. I told I was healing? I'm not. I can put a band-aid and pretend I'm alright if you want to, but I will never be healed. I finally point the arrow to the height, and I shoot straight into the apple.
"This is how you use it, Prim." I said, as I walk away, and she follows me. I show her all the places we used to hang out, even though weren't so many. There is the lake where you teach me how to swim, and we used to spend at least one day a week swimming there. Prim was afraid of it, she had never swam before. I thought you had teached her too, Catnip. But don't worry. I can teach her if she wants to. I show her the two rocks who served as two chairs for us, when we were too lazy or tired to get to the hill. Even though I tried to avoid it all day long, I had to show her the hill. I didn't want to go there, Catnip. It was the last place we were together before the reaping. Before everything. But I did, because of Prim. We sat there, and I thought what would be like if we really had run away with our families. Prim wouldn't be reaped. You wouldn't volunteer. You wouldn't go the Capitol, they wouldn't know you as the Girl on Fire, Peeta would never talk about his love, and you would be here by my side. But you're not. Because life isn't fair.
"Do you miss her?" Prim asked, breaking the silence.
"I do. More than anything. You?" She nods, looking really sad. "She's in a better place, Prim. I bet she doesn't have the games to worry about wherever she is right now."
"I just her back." She mumbled. "She was the only one who understood me. Why did they have to take her away?"
"I don't k…" I start to say but Prim cuts me off.
"It's my fault, you know." She was in the edge of tears. "She volunteered because of me, if I had gone to the games, she would be alive…"
"Prim…" I say, as I sit closer to her, and hugging her softly. She was so small that I felt like breaking her. "It's not your fault. Don't you ever say that again, do you understand? Never. Katniss would volunteer you wanting that or not. It's not your fault, it's the Capitol fault."
"I hate the Capitol." She hissed.
"Me too, Prim. But there's nothing that we can do." It was, but I wasn't going to tell her that. You're right, Catnip. She wouldn't survive in the woods. She's strong, but she couldn't handle being in an unknown place, without you.
We stay quiet for a little while, she's playing with the flowers, even though I'm still hugging her.
"Does he loves her?" I mumbled. I don't have to say who "He" is. She knows, of course she does. She's a smart kid, she wouldn't help of noticing how much I love her sister, and how jealous I was of Peeta.
"Not as much as you do."
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