Presenting ‘Judging Katniss’ Meme.
I’m miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
The past is like a handful of dust.
It filters through your fingers, disappearing little by little.
I wish, for one day, I could go back.
In another life I would do things a different way.
What if this storm ends?
And I don’t see you
As you are now
I almost let out a scream when I saw my best friend’s future across the street. Why is he here? Why now? after three years he had finally showed up?
But why now? I couldn’t deal with my feeling for him now, not with my wedding so close. I quickly managed to turn around before he could spot me, but too late.
‘Catnip?’ I sighed and turned back to see Gale already crossing the street in hurry. I forced a smile.
‘Hi. I didn’t know you were coming.’ He was as handsome as ever. His usually serious face was light up with a smile. It made my knees weak.
‘I didn’t told anyone. I wanted to surprise Posy, it’s her birthday tomorrow, you know.’
I nodded, of course he would be here for the party.
‘So, how have you and Peeta been?’ I could hear a bitter tone in his voice, it made my heart sink, he still had not forgotten how I chose Peeta instead of him.
‘Okay I guess. It has been hard. You can never really forget with those nightmares.’ I had to avoid to look him in the eyes, every night I dreamt about Prim’s death and how I blamed him for it, that it had been his fault.
‘No, don’t be, I am the one to apologize. I shouldn’t have blamed you, it was not your fault.’
It’s true, I eventually found out that the bomb was fired by peacekeepers of the Capitol, after I had found out I had stopped blaming him.
‘Thank you Catnip.’ His strong arms took me in his embrace, I felt safe again with him around me.
‘I missed you, I missed you so much.’ my voice broke and tears started flowing down my cheeks. Before I even realized what happened his lips were locked on mine, his lips so warm, soft and hungry. The next thing I knew is waking in his bed, Gale holding me close and breathing softly into my hair. The first time in 3 years I was happy, without a single nightmare in my sleep. I would handle the consequences later, I told myself and went back to sleep.
Katniss & Gale
I call him my friend, but in the last year it’s seemed to casual a word for what Gale is to me. A pang of longing shoots through my chest. If only he was with me now! But, of course, I don’t want that. I don’t want him in the arena where he’d be dead in a few days.