Victor's Village

Chapter Nine

   After we were released from the hovercraft Gale ran his way home and Peeta and I walked on the gravel ground in silence. He was holding his hand, which one of the soldiers had wrapped. I looked into his eyes and he looked in mine. I could tell he was sincerely sorry but I couldn't forgive him, not now.

"I can't believe this", I said with anger. Peeta didn't say a word, but just stared. His blue eyes looked like bright clouds full of compassion. But his head was hung  low.

"You love him" Peeta said as we walked up our house steps.

 What was I going to say? That I loved Gale? Then why did I marry Peeta? All these questions swirled around my head like a tornado.

"Do you love him?" Peeta asked more stern grabbing my arm before I could unlock the door.

 "I love you" I said truthfully. And I did. I still had feeling for Gale though. All these mixed emotions were getting to my head.

"You didn't answer my question"

 I unlocked the door, grabbed my dress off the sofa and headed up stair to get changed.

"Yes, I did" I said knowing I hadn't. I didn't know how to answer. Me and Gale's friendship was like the picture to my frame. I loved him but there was no way to tell Peeta that.

Peeta followed me into our bedroom. I felt so bad.This was half my fault! I couldn't love Gale and love Peeta. I knew how he felt, once your hearts been broken it grows back bigger.

"You love him" Peeta realized sitting on the edge of our bed. His hands were on his face and I could tell he was stressed.

 I lied." I don't love him, I love you". I sat next to him and leaned on his shoulder. He gave me a tiny smile and got up. "Let's get dressed."

     Peeta's belt was like a snake curling around his waist. It was too tight for him.

 "You look beautiful", he said admiring me as I stood in the mirror. I couldn't believe that we were forgetting about everything that has happened so quickly.

"Thank you", I replied. I actually thought I looked beautiful too. My black dress was taliored to fit my body and it was long and flowing. The soft fabric wasn't itchy against my skin and it was gorgeously designed. My dress fit perfectly with my updo my mom had taught me to do."You don't look too bad yourself."

"Thanks" he said with a wink as he clicked his tougue.

 Minutes later our door bell rang. It was probably our ride. I grabbed my bag and Peeta and I rushed downstairs. I wonder how I am going to feel at my sister's funeral. As we hop in our ride, I lean against the window and fall fast asleep. I had a dream about our family. This time there was no Hunger Games, no muttations. Just my family. All together and happy, for once.

 But then it all ended. We had to go to my sister's funeral. Heads hung low with sadness. When I saw my mom, I couldn't help but run up and give her a hug. I knew this was tough for her. Sometimes reality is my enemy.