Katniss And Gale | "Rainy Days"

Chapter 4

Katniss' P.O.V
I ran to the woods. I am going to find Gale.
I haven't seen him for 1 year and a half , it's fall here and what I am saying is that he loves that too. The weather. The woods and the weather being like that. The woods, the weather and me. I like it too.
I run and I go in the woods. Of course it is a misunderstood here. The woods start before the fence. Gale and I decided to call woods whatever were after that fence by meaning the freedom that is established here by the laws of the ecosystem.

I run.

I reach for my bow and arrow. I have been keeping it safe , despite the fact that I don't hunt. It's the bow that I always used when I hunted with Gale. The one that Beete gave me, is in a safe place too. I take it, determined not to use it.

I walk.

I notice the silence.The silence and the freezing wind move me to the river. I give a lesson to my hands that tremble and put them in the cold water river provides for me , and I feel awake.

I walk.

I walk in order to reach a stone Gale and I used to sit together. I convince myself not to cry or feel abandoned if Gale doesn't appear. Which I may thank God.
Or may I swear God.

I stand precisely behind the rock. About 10 meters back. My eyes go down and then I let them go straight ahead and see the back of they boy in the woods. He sits still and quiet. He doesn't speak. He notices a bird and he targets it but he doesn't shoot.
I let a sigh come out. My eyes close and open like when I am about to sleep. I feel an emotion so strong telling me that I shall reach him out, that I shall rest my head in his shoulder. And that's all I want. I want to hear his breathing coming out so perfectly synchronized with the environment.
But if I could listen to his breaths , I could hear the voice of a soldier or something much better commanding people to kill. The voice that telling him to let his bow kill the bird.

Instinctively, I do a step. I crack a small wood, and I pay his attention.
His instincts, so fast, his eyes so beautiful. I never resisted in looking at them.
"Gale?"I say staring at him.
"Who else could be here?" He is turning and looking the way he looked before.
I step and try to focus on his target.I sit exactly next to him, on that stone.He sits left and I sit right, no that matters.
"Did you for-" Gale said peacefully but it was enough to frustrate me and say:
"What? Forget?.No, I will not forget "
"Forgive." He hesitated and looked away.
It's not easy either to forget or to forgive . Especially if the person you volunteered for the Games is now dead. I close my eyes and look to the other direction. A tear , and then a second rolls over my face , and then drops to the ground. I now see clearly the roll of the tears in our life. They are here to water plants so that the can stay alive.

We both look straight and there is a silence.Not the awkward one. The silence that needs just to mourn for those who gone. I place my head in his strong shoulder and it feels so familiar. Like it was always like that. We gaze the green. I realize that I've never ask him which is your favorite color.
I chose not to ask. I will break this not-awkward silence.

Clouds will.I mead did. A rain came out of nowhere . Actually I can't say that considering the weather all these days.
"We..I mean you better go " he suggests and I look up at the blurred sky.
"I will stay " I say "It will pass" I support my statement.
The rain seems to have a life. A life that has ears and listened to what I said and although it doesn't stop chooses to revenge me: it gets worse.
I have no chance but leaving the woods.