"I'm so sorry," I whisper. I lean forward and kiss him. His eyelashes flutter and he looks at me through a haze of opiates. "Hey, Catnip." "Hey, Gale," I say. "Thought you'd be gone by now," he says.
..."I'm not going anywhere."
Inspired by Ingird Michealsen's Keep Breathing
I am a hardcore Peeta fan, but this moment moved me DEEPLY, and I felt for Gale. I will spoil no more if you haven't yet read the Hunger Games books. And why is it that I always choose the bloodiest, most morbid parts to draw? (shrug)