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Prim’s slip of paper from Gale’s POV.
We’re all just puppets waiting for the Capitol to take hold of out strings. Patient, compliant. No one around me moves, breathes. Everyone’s just thinking not my sister, not my girlfriend, not my best friend. Not Catnip. Maybe if we all just ripped the puppet strings from our backs and sent the cameras crashing to the ground, ripped down the screens. Maybe then we’d have a chance. Maybe then all this could stop. Maybe if we just don’t listen and -
“Primrose Everdeen.”
No. Oh, no.
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After the war it’s not Katniss that Gale sees when he closes his eyes. It’s not his Catnip that visits him night after night in colorful nightmares. The person he can’t stop thinking about is her sister. Wherever he goes, whatever he does he’s remembering her. The blonde hair, light eyes and fair skin. The little sound she’d make when he tickled her. And most of all he sees, hears, and feels to the very core of his body the moment when his bomb killed her.
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so you have your cousins
and then you have your first cousins
and then you have your second cousins
and then you have
(Source: behindthebakery)
“Shoot me. That’s what he was mouthing. I was supposed to shoot him! That was my job. That was our unspoken promise, all of us, to one another. And I didn’t do it and now the Capitol will kill him or torture him or hijack him or – the cracks begin opening inside me, threatening to break me into pieces.”
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Gale’s Perspective: The Goodbye
I watch Peeta’s father disappear into the room, his feet moving in sync with the sudden pounding that has stuck up within my chest. The baker. What does he have to say to her? I imagine Katniss desperately trying remain composed as he talks of cakes, pastries, and other luxuries we could never afford to have. He doesn’t understand. I think of my own father, and wonder if he would be there instead if the odds had been different. Not just any odds: my odds. If my odds had been different, the mining accident wouldn’t have happened. My family wouldn’t be starving. I wouldn’t have let Peeta climb the stairs to the justice building this morning. In distant years, far in the future, Katniss might have loved me back.
But I am certain this will never happen, because I am suddenly being shoved through the door by Peacekeepers. In my lifetime I have battled famine, disease, and the law that could kill me at any given moment, but still find myself unprepared for this sight. Katniss- my Katniss- is staring up at me, demanding an explanation. I have none. The girl from the woods is already gone, replaced by this stranger who wears a shiny, gold pin that reminds me of the Capitol and all things evil. She tries to hide it, but an unmistakable look of fear plagues her face. She is terrified. I do not hesitate to wrap my arms around her. Then, I too am terrified.
WHY WOULD YOU SEND SOMETHING LIKE THAT
the hunger games → lines i wish had made the movie
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