Gale Hawthorne X Reader -The World Has Caught Fire-

Chapter 11: The Reaping (2)

This picture has inspired me to write a Finnick Odair X Reader. So I'll write that when I get the time <3

(F/b): Favorite breakfast

Y/n's POV

My eyes flutter open and I see that fell asleep at my desk last night. I look at the neatly stacked letters in front of me and remember that I need to sneak those to everyone today. I also remember that today is reaping day and I almost get mad at myself for waking up too soon. The reaping is at two as always, so I have 6 hours until then. I go downstairs and see my mom making me breakfast. She's making (F/b) she must feel bad that I have to go back into the games.

"Hey, morning mom," I say and sit on a stool next to the island.

"Good morning" She smiles and hugs me, and we hug for a long time. When we pull apart she makes me a plate and sets it in front of me. We both eat. I feel like I want to say something but I have no idea what to say. My mother tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I love you so much, Y/n. I hate to see you go" She says

"I love you too...I don't want to go" I say and she hugs me again. A single tear drips down my face but I won't let any more come out, I have to stay strong. I wipe it away and swallow back the tears that are forming. We both finish breakfast and then we both don't know what to do, then my mom gets an idea. She goes up to her room and grabs a big scrapbook. In the book are a ton of pictures throughout the years. Pictures from my parent's wedding, when I was born, my birthdays, pictures of Peeta and me everything. It's all there.

"Oh my god, this is amazing," I say. We look through the book and it brings back a lot of good childhood memories. A little bit later we make it through the whole book and I thank my mother for showing it to me.

There is an hour until the reaping, so I decide to drop off all the letters I wrote last night. I go up to my mother's room and set hers on her bed I go to the bakery and put Peeta's in his room, Katniss isn't home right now but the window to her room is open so I set her letter on her bed. The only one left is my dads. I head to the cemetery where my dad was berried. I find his grave and sit down in front of it. I let out a sigh while fixing some flowers and cars that I've brought there over the years. Then I open the letter and read it out loud.

Dear Dad,
If you can even hear this, I just want to say I miss you. Last year when I went into the games I thought that I wouldn't come back, but then I won. Now I have to go back again and that sucks. Today is the reaping and later I will be in the Capital all over tv. Yay. When I go back into the games I know I'm not coming home this time, but there's one good thing about that; I get to see you again. Did you ever think that this would be the life I would lead? That this would be how I die? Yeah, I didn't either. But this is my fate, it was meant to happen all along and I've finally come to accept it. The chances of you hearing this are low but if you can, I love you, there are so many things I wish we could have together and so many things I wish I would have said to you before you were gone. But it's far too late now, right?  When I get to see you again in several days I'll get to say the things I never got to say to you, the things that I've regretted not saying for six years. Everyone is telling me that it's gonna be okay, but I know it's not, they're telling me that I can win again but I know I can't. I just wish that for one day everything would just disappear. I wish you were here right now, you would know what to do, I think about you every day and how different life would be if you were still here. I haven't told anyone this but I'm scared to go back into the games, they have haunted me for a year now and now I'm going back. But at least this time I wont have to worry about any nightmare's or flashbacks, because I'll be dead. I'm running out of room to write now, but please know that I love and miss you so much everyday, and I can't wait to see you again.
Love, Y/n