Preview 2
Perfect. A word I'm never in tune with. Do I like the word? Yes and no. It can be confused with perfection. To me perfection is where nothing could possibly be better. Perfection is where you've never felt hunger, sadness or loss. Where you live a long life with somebody who loves you as fully and faithfully as you do. Where things feel so good it's beyond your imagination. However impossible.
Perfect, though, is entirely possible. Even if it is always short lived. You can have a perfect minute, hour, day even. Hell, you can have a perfect year. But it always ends prematurely. It never lasts. As soon as it is described as perfect you are condemning it to its finish.
That's how I sentenced our relationship to death. He lay underneath me, his warm breath on my cheek, his seed spattered across his chest, my seed deep inside him. He unscrunched his eyes and looked deep into mine. Ecstasy flowed through my body, like a haze powering over everything else. It was then I could only describe it as perfect.
That was the night before the reaping, after a long summer we'd spent in the woods hunting, talking and kissing. We knew we had one night left until I'd have to leave for a month to be a mentor. A night we'd have to make the most of. Then once I was done with the games the possibilities were endless. As long as we kept a low profile we could do anything. Or so I thought.
I didn't take the time to really think how low Snow could sink to send a message. I should have considered the repercussions of being in a relationship with somebody when the Capitol thought I was madly in love with someone else. Just hours earlier my lover had asked me to run away with him, just run into the wild to live together. I should have said yes, because it's him who will pay the price for my mistakes. It is him, Gale Hawthorne, who is district twelve's male tribute for the 75th annual Hunger Games.
A/N: These are just some thoughts I've been having about the sequel (which I still haven't given a title) that I've turned into words. It gives away one thing that's going to happen. Two things, actually. It's from Peeta's POV, obviously, but I'm not sure where in the plot it's placed. It will make more sense once I've written the story. It probably raises a lot of questions that I can only answer by either giving away the story or actually writing the story. For those of you interested in how it's going, I'm having trouble getting the story started. I reckon once I get over this writer's block then I'll be writing frequently. I hope this is taken better than the previous preview, I don't know what I was on. As usual please review because it motivates me and makes me want to write. Thanks.
Update: The first chapter of the sequel is up. The story's called 'Aftermath'.