You and Gale grew up together. You both looked out for each other and protected each other’s families from the cruel place of District 12 you both were forced to call home. He made sure you were fed, even if it meant leaving him starving. And you made sure he was medically okay being forced in the mines. You two cared for each other beyond measure, so it almost killed to when he was hurt by the new head peacekeeper. He rested on your living room table, being treated by your mother. You kissed him awake and he groaned in pain softly, flickering his eyes open

“Hey.”