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A forever reblog
yaosnonexistentmanhood:wendytesticles:jeffreydonovanfan24:
A forever reblog
The Games; Gale’s POV
There’s nothing more frustrating than watching the girl you love, throwing herself at someone else. The live broadcastings have done nothing but angered me, so instead I choose to spend my times in the woods. What used to be a safe haven I shared with her has turned into a lonely place of reminiscing. I’m hauling my usual load into the hob when I catch a glimpse of the old television screen by Greasy Sae’s. They’re together again, wonderful. She’s wounded; a long gash on her forehead has only just begun to scab over. Though my blood begins to boil, an unexplainable force is tugging me towards the screen. He’s lying on the floor of a tiny cavern with her hovering over him. “Maybe you aren’t the only one who.. worries about what it’d be like if..” she’s stuttering wildly, leaving her sentence unfinished. She leans down towards him, pressing her lips to his. My game bag falls to floor and I stomp furiously out into the chilly air. The pretext of this all being an act no longer applies. Because for a moment her eyes reflected a strong compassion that she’s never been able to share with me. And I know now that she never will.

