Hijacked

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

Katniss's POV

I walk against the

Cool air of the early winter as my bow and arrow is jingling as I move through the light snow, tracking a deer. My boot catches on a tree root and the. I hear a twig snap behind me. I fall on my back, squeeze my eyes shut and pull the string back and aim. "Easy Catnip." I open my eyes and see Gales scarred face and my arrow is brushing his four head.

I put it down and glare. "What the hell do you want Gale?" "I want to talk." I stand and look into his grey eyes. "There's nothing to talk about." I say and start walking away but be grabs my wrist. "Yes Katniss, there is please listen to me." His hand feels strange, foreign even with the patches of scars and new skin from his burns from some kind of freak accident.

"What is it about Gale?" "The bombs, and Prim." Tears form in my eyes. "Gale I-I can't-" "Please, just hear me out... I won't take long." I hear other hunters walking by and I frown, putting my bow around my torso.

"Let's go somewhere more private." We end up at the cement house by the lake and I sit on the window sill as he feeds the fire I started. He looks at me.

"You really don't know about the bombs Katniss." I look at the burn scars on his face as his grey eyes glow in the light of the fire. "It wasn't my bomb Katniss." "How do you know Gale? How the hell do you know?" "Katniss after that bomb went off, after you were hurt, I went looking for Prim's body a few days later. I found her alive, well barely anyway. I stayed with her until other medics could get to her but then..."

"But then what Gale?" I ask quietly with tears rolling down my cheeks. He sucks back on his sobs and looks into my eyes. "Another set of bombs rained down and blew up right on top of us. She had her hand on my back when they went off and well... I have her hand print on my back."

The tears that roll down his scarred scare me, haunt me, like I'm watching the true horror of Prim's final moments on earth. "Katniss she told me to tell you that she loved you, and that it was her choice to help with being a medic... She told me to tell you to not push the people that you love the most away." I quickly take his hand as he bursts into sobs.

His head goes into my lap and he keeps sobbing. I run my hands through his dark hair that still have patches missing from his scalp. "I couldn't save her for you! I'm a worthless piece of shit! Look at me Katniss, I'm a monster! I barely have any of my actual skin, the patches of skin you see are other people I don't even know! And it happened because I couldn't save her!" I shush him, still running my hands through his hair that is missing patches of it's dark locks.

Tears roll down my cheeks. "I'm so sorry Gale." He grips onto the ends of my leather jacket, as he nestles his face into my slacks. "It's okay Katniss, I was drunk when I came to see you last time, that's the only time where I don't feel the pains from my burns, when I'm drunk. They've taken my morphling away, that's the only way to ebb the pain... But it doesn't mean I'm nice when I'm drunk. I treated you wrongly and I treated Peeta wrongly and I'm so sorry. And Katniss even if you don't love me I will always love you no matter what."

One of my hands now lay on my lap next to him and he kisses it gently where a few scars show. "I can't loose you." We stay silent for a good few moments, letting tears roll down our cheeks and I think about Prim and what she said, and the handprint that he has on his back.

I brush my tears away and put my hand on Gales stubbly and strong chin. "Gale I want to see the handprint." "No you don't Katniss, my scars are ugly." "Gale I have scars too, they won't faze me... Please Gale I need to see." He slowly stands with a wince. He starts unbuttoning his shirt and then it slowly slides off and onto the cement floor.

I look at his strong chest and torso and the patches of lighter color skin against his olive toned skin. It's almost like patchwork on a quilt. I run my hands down his chest and take in a deep breath. "Oh Gale." I whisper and I swallow.

"Turn around." He does and I see more of the patches on his back and then I see it, the little handprint right on his shoulder blade. I put my hand over it and feel Prim's palm print. I move my hand and kiss it gently and rest my four head against it.

"I'm so sorry Prim." He turns around with his patched skin glowing in the light of the fire. He puts his scarred hands on my cheeks, cupping them. Then our noses brush and he rests his four head against mine.

"I love you Katniss." My eyes are closing but then my lips go to his. I wrap my arms slowly around his strong neck and I feel the patched scars running down his neck and back.

The kiss deepens and then after a few moments I break away and my eyes open, looking into his grey eyes. "You know Gale I can't love you the way I love Peeta." He keeps his four head against mine.

"I know Catnip." "And I'm sorry for breaking your nose when you came last time." He chuckles. "It's okay, I deserved it." He kisses my lips again. "I love you Catnip." "I love you too Gale." I hug him close and then I look at the setting sun and feel the temperature dropping, and I see Gales breath. "I gotta go." He puts on his shirt quickly.

"Yeah I should too, I'm going to go say hi to my mom and everyone." I nod and I hug him. "Thank you for giving me a piece of mind about her death, at least she didn't die alone." I kiss his cheek and smile, handing him my game bag.

"I can't take that from you." I smile. "Peeta and I have more food than we can ask for, just take it for the kids and your mom." He takes it slowly and smiles. "Thank you." I cross my arms over my chest and walk closer to him.

"You know... Maybe we can be hunting partners again, Peeta isn't the greatest with being quiet and all." He laughs. "I would love that Catnip." I hold out my hand. "Hunting Partners?" He takes it and his eyes twinkle. "Hunting Partners."

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