for some reason Gale and Peeta do not coexist well in my thoughts.
It's your own fault for being so camera-ready," I tell Gale. If looks could kill.
Haymich finally drops the good-natured act. "you know who else, Katniss. You know who stepped up first." Of course I do. Gale.
Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable.
I wish Peeta were here to hold me, until I remember I'm not supposed to wish that anymore. I have chosen Gale and the rebellion, and a future with Peeta is the Capitol's design, not mine.
This was the door to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other's key.
I will never have a life with Gale even if I want to.
Making knots. Making knots. No word. Making knots. Tick-tock. This is a clock. Do not think of Gale. Do not think of Peeta. Making knots.