Part 7

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Katniss pov

My mother and prim were off in bed now. There was nothing they could do. They told me to wait and hope he would wake up. Of course, me being extremely stubborn, I didn't accept that. I just nodded my head.
Now I am siting on the floor next to gales makeshift bed on our short little couch. I feel tears start to form In my eyes. I think of all the memories we had together. How I might never be called catnip ever again. That sent me over the edge. I wept and cried and thought why this has to happen to him. I thought about our adventures in the woods. The way we comforted each other. The time I sang to him after he was bitten by a wild dog to calm him. He smiled at me while I sang that day.
More tear fell down as I laced my hand around his. They fit together so perfectly. I ran my fingers through his hair and over his forehead and cried and cried. I had never cried this much. Ever. Not in the games. Not when my father died. Not when I was shipped off to the capital to my intimate death. But I was sad. I was angry. Why Gale? Why strong, kind gale who goes out and hunts for five mouths to feed. The last of my tears came falling down my face. There was still hope for gale. He wasn't dead. He was sleeping. All he had to do was wake up. And I wasn't leaving his side until he woke up or was carried to his grave. I put my head down on his shoulder again. And I began to fall asleep while I listened to the steady heartbeat. "Please wake up gale" I keep repeating "please wake up" "please wake up" "please wake up...because I love you gale" "please wake up" "please" I muttered as my eyes grew heavy "I love you" and then I was out.

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