My Twisted Games

Gale

I lay in bed beside my wife Abigale. We were placed in the same house after the war, so naturally, we married. I had no feelings for her, nor did she towards me. Our marriage was merely a title. We had become good friends though, we often talked about the war and who we had met during it. I had told her about everything, well almost everything. I hadn't mustered up the courage to talk about her. The feeling I had for Katniss were still fresh in my mind, even after 15 years. Ha, look at me, obsessing over a teenage crush at the age of 32. But I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to see her, just one more time.

"Gale?" I feel a slender hand on my bicep. I turn to face Abigale. "What?" I say, a little to harshly. She turns away. "I... I just, heard you mumbling to.. to your self so I thought...." she tears up as she says this. "Hey, I'm sorry I yelled. Its okay, everythings alright," I tell her. She sniffles, managing a small smile. "Oh, I hate that about my self," she pouts. "Hate what about yourself?" I ask. She smacks her hands over her eyes. "That I can't handle getting yelled at anymore. Ever since the war, I'm just so... so.... delicate! Its so annoying. I used to be able to take a beating without a tear, and now look at me. I can't get yelled at without braking down." She, again, starts to tear up. "Hey," I say. "Just, uh, try and get some sleep." I had never been good with cheering people up. Heck, I just sucked with people in general. She looks at me once more, then lays her head down to rest. I follow her example.

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I wake up early the next morning. Abigale is still fast asleep as I walk to the porch of our house. I take a seat in my rocking chair and continue to carve a hunk of stone. I hadn't known what I was carving in the beginning,  but now you couldn't mistake what it was. The mockingjay pin that had started the whole revolution. The one that Katniss had worn to the 74th hunger games. Then the memory hits me again. I grab Katniss's face and pull her into a kiss, our first kiss. I pull away and mutter something I regret not saying louder, I had to do that, at least once. I drop the knife and rock on the ground. "Ah, Catnip" I say as tears run down my face. Soon I find my self bawling along side Abigale. Together we ar weaker then we were before. She was weakened by war, I was weakened by love, a strong, endless love.