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Madge shuddered and backed away from her blinds, trying to force the images of her District from her head. Bloody. Beaten. Burning flags. The Capitol was crushing them. That much was obvious.
A knock on the backdoor sent a shiver down her spine. Madge rushed to the door as quickly as she could, finding Gale Hawthorne on the other side. His hands void of berries. His face filled with concern.
"It's happening," he told her. Madge stepped outside and let the door click behind her. "At least I think so." He hesitated, pulling his hand through his hair. "Is this the right move?" The miners were all set up. Ready to storm the Justice Hall. Ready to revolt. "Should we do this?"
No, Madge thought. She chewed her lip. "You're the one that said people needed to be brave enough to start a revolution," she whispered. "Don't turn into a coward now, Gale Hawthorne."
His lips quirked upward, almost a smile. Gale hardly smiled. But then he bent down, pressing his mouth to hers gently. Madge was shocked, almost pulled away before melting into his kiss. He clutched at her cheeks and kept her close.
Electricity shot between them. Down the street in town people were screaming and yelling. People were always yelling these days. They didn't pay any attention. Gale allowed himself to get lost in Madge Undersee.
When they parted he pushed her hair from her face. "I don't…" she started.
"If I'm brave enough to join a revolution I should be brave enough to do that," he murmured. "Should've done it a long time ago."
Gale hesitantly stepped away, watching the blonde curl her fingers through her hair. If all went to hell at least he could say he wasn't a coward after all.