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Hehe.... I'm spamming you guys with Hunger Games drawings.

I PROMISE this is the last one of the day. It's one of my favourite scenes from the books. I was moved to tears. :'C Everytime I read this part, I get all depressed.

Those red lines on Gale's back and Katniss's face are whip marks...incase you were wondering.

---Spoliers for Catching Fire---

For the first time, I reverse our positions in my head. I imagine watching Gale volunteering to save Rory in the reaping, having him torn from my life, becoming some strange girl's lover to stay alive, and then coming home with her. Living next to her. Promising to marry her.
The hatred I feel for him, for the phantom girl, for everything, is so real and immediate that it chokes me. Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable. Why did it take him being whipped within an inch of his life to see that?

"I'm so sorry," I whisper. I lean forward and kiss him.
His eyelashes flutter and he looks at me through a hue of opiates. "Hey, Catnip."
"Hey, Gale," I say.
"Thought you'd be gone by now," he says.
My choices are simple. I can die like quarry in the woods or I can die here beside Gale. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble."
"Me, too," Gale says. He just manages a smile before the drugs pull him back under.

-Pages 117-119, Catching Fire.

Katniss, Gale, and Catching Fire belong to Suzanne Collins.

Description
Hehe.... I'm spamming you guys with Hunger Games drawings.

I PROMISE this is the last one of the day. It's one of my favourite scenes from the books. I was moved to tears. :'C Everytime I read this part, I get all depressed.

Those red lines on Gale's back and Katniss's face are whip marks...incase you were wondering.

---Spoliers for Catching Fire---

For the first time, I reverse our positions in my head. I imagine watching Gale volunteering to save Rory in the reaping, having him torn from my life, becoming some strange girl's lover to stay alive, and then coming home with her. Living next to her. Promising to marry her.
The hatred I feel for him, for the phantom girl, for everything, is so real and immediate that it chokes me. Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable. Why did it take him being whipped within an inch of his life to see that?

"I'm so sorry," I whisper. I lean forward and kiss him.
His eyelashes flutter and he looks at me through a hue of opiates. "Hey, Catnip."
"Hey, Gale," I say.
"Thought you'd be gone by now," he says.
My choices are simple. I can die like quarry in the woods or I can die here beside Gale. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble."
"Me, too," Gale says. He just manages a smile before the drugs pull him back under.

-Pages 117-119, Catching Fire.

Katniss, Gale, and Catching Fire belong to Suzanne Collins.