My Twisted Games

Gale

I miss her. I want to love her. She loves Peeta, not me. She never loved me and never will. But i love her. I love her so. The thought of Katniss haunts me as i stare at the mockingjay carving. Her voice becomes vivid in my mind, "My the odds be ever in your favor." The mocking tone in her voice from before the first games only makes me miss her more. A cold hand touches my shoulder and I know who it is. "Abigale, I'm not in the mood." I mutter. But the hand only squeezes harder on my shoulder. "Gale..." I know that voice. I would hear from a mile away. Tears begin to creep their way down my cheeks. "Catnip," I turn to see her. She bearly aged at all. Her hair flowed down her shoulders and a small backpack rested on the ground before her. "H..... How?" I ask. "I needed to see you, I.... I need you," the words leave her mouth as if she practiced them before. "I need you too." I reach out and grab her shoulders. She freezes and hesitates, but then kisses me on the cheek softly. Her lips make my body quake. "Gale, I don't know, I have a family." I place my hand on her curved form and lean close to her ear. "No one has to know," I whisper. I see a slight smile creep across her face......

                      To be continued........