Dating Gale was the one thing in your life that you regretted. The pair of you were so different and barely worked together, but leaving him wasn’t an option.

You were seen as the sweetest girl in District 12, always so kind and generous, the light in the dark of Panem. Whilst Gale had a reputation of being opinionated and stern, or boring in your words.

He could hardly tolerate you and your outgoing behaviour, but refused to let your relationship end.

It was a Saturday afternoon and it was dance night at the Hob. You being you insisted on going, knowing that Gale wouldn’t allow you to go to yourself.

You couldn’t really care about how annoyed Gale looked whenever you pulled him onto the dance floor, as long as you got to have fun, you were happy.

A slow song came on, Gale’s arm pulling you closer with a steady exhale, but he didn’t say anything. Once he noticed how you were pulling faces at your friend across the room, he dug his fingers into your back slightly.

“Stop it, you’re making yourself look stupid.” His voice was low and stern, watching your friend frown slightly at the sight of him scolding you.