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Anywhere I Would Have Followed You
04: It’s sad but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life starts with goodbye.
My mother knows that I’m no chef and tells me to take a minute out on the balcony. I take it eagerly, nearly sprinting out of the kitchen and outside. It’s a nice day, not too chilly, and I’m boiling from being in the kitchen for so long so the cooler breeze is a welcomed blessing for me. I’m just about ready to fall asleep when I hear my sister – my sister of all people – ask Gale, “So when are you going to put a ring on it?”
I stuff my fingers in my ear, almost afraid to hear Gale’s answer. I don’t want to think about weddings or proposals. Gale knows how I feel about that. We’re not ready. I’m not ready. And he has no right answering that question but I know he will because he’s Gale.
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I still remember how it all changed..
I look into those blue eyes that no amount of dramatic makeup can make truly deadly and remember how, just a year ago, I was prepared to kill him. Convinced he was trying to kill me. Now everything is reversed. I’m determined to keep him alive, knowing the cost will be my own life, but the part of me that is not so brave as I could wish is glad that it’s Peeta, not Haymitch, beside me. Our hands find each other without further discussion. Of course we will go into this as one.
I was tagged by the amazing norbertsmom for the Everlark Drabble Challenge. The prompt is: Everlark meet while waiting for a job interview. I tweaked this one a bit….hope you won’t mind.
Here we go…..
The creaking hinges of her office door made her head pound. Keeping her eyes closed, Katniss…
"Slowly, as I would with a wounded animal, my hand stretches out and brushes a wave of hair from his forehead. He freezes at my touch, but doesn‘t recoil. So I continue to gently smooth
back his hair. It‘s the first time I have voluntarily touched him since the last arena.
“You‘re still trying to protect me. Real or not real,” he whispers.
“Real,” I answer. It seems to require more explanation. “Because that‘s what you and I do. Protect each other.” After a minute or so, he drifts off to sleep.”
"AU. It’s only fair though, he reasons, that he should be the one who chases her across ten, fifty, a hundred lifetimes, if it means she’ll eventually come back to him. Katniss and Peeta through several time periods, before Panem existed."