I couldn't have her completely, but then again, so couldn't Gale. We both had pieces, tiny little pieces, and sometimes it was enough. Sometimes it wasn't.

When she kissed him, my heart skipped few beats, but soon I learned to turn my face away when she leaned forward, when her eyes asked him to touch. And during the nights she was mine, because as much as Gale tried, he couldn't keep the nightmares away.

That was my gift. It made Gale jealous and sometimes even furious, but he never said it out loud. We had kind of an agreement.

Most of the time I yearned for more,and so did Gale. Still, we couldn't ask her to choose, because that would have broken her heart. Half of the heart was mine, half of it was Gale's. And you can't live without the other, it would tear the heart apart.