Gale Hawthorne

natasha-odair:

katniss and gale

(Source: yeahodair)

“Pretty much the whole of March I’ve been travelling, doing press everywhere. It’s been awesome. I’ve never promoted something as big as this. So it’s been pretty cool. As an actor I always look for things I relate to in one way or another, or things that are different. And this is definitely all that and has a huge fan base behind it already. I’ve never been a part of something like that before so it has been interesting.”

I cried in this moment. I don’t believe it. Prim died.

(Source: peeta-tribute)

(Source: frostingpeetaswounds)

I want to look away. I want so desperately to close my eyes and hum the melody I played on the piano last night. Over and over again when I couldn’t sleep. But that’d be cheating. I owe her more than that. So I grip the folds of my drab woollen school skirt tightly, until I know for sure my knuckles are a stark white.

The countdown begins, each number echoing through the town square. Through me. I can see Prim and her mother, forcibly gazing at the screen. Their eyes cornflower and identical. Prim’s are tearing. I can see Peeta’s brothers, their expressions not blank enough to completely mask the anguish within. 

And I know who I’m looking for. He wasn’t in school today, and I hate myself for noticing. What had I expected? That when both of us realised we depended on Katniss’ return more than we knew, we’d find solace in each other?

Of course not.

Because if that was the case, I could have gone looking for him by now. I can guess where he is. Somewhere outside the Seam, outside the district entirely. Maybe somewhere near where he and Katniss pick strawberries. Somewhere he wouldn’t give anyone the satisfaction of knowing what the Capitol took from him.

The camera lingers over Katniss’ face, then pans down to the bright gold pin on her chest. For a moment I relax. This is Katniss. Not just another sacrifice from our district. I owe her more than that.

Three. Two. One.