He wants to say, do you miss him. He wants to say, why did you choose him, in the end?
The irony of it kind of chokes him; Peeta won, in the end; it is Peeta who she wanted. But it is Gale who made it out. Now everything is fucked up. She is kissing him, hard and fast and fierce. Her hands are behind her back, so the only place they are touching is their mouths.
He thinks it is to shut him up.
Her eyes are closed; he can see every eyelash, dark and separate against her skin. He knows she is thinking about Peeta, knows it deep in his heart. It makes him wish he had been there, to take the bullet.
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He says, "What are we doing?"
She bites her lip. "Hell if I know."
He wants to say, do you miss him. He wants to say, why did you choose him, in the end?
The irony of it kind of chokes him; Peeta won, in the end; it is Peeta who she wanted. But it is Gale who made it out. Now everything is fucked up.
She is kissing him, hard and fast and fierce. Her hands are behind her back, so the only place they are touching is their mouths.
He thinks it is to shut him up.
Her eyes are closed; he can see every eyelash, dark and separate against her skin. He knows she is thinking about Peeta, knows it deep in his heart. It makes him wish he had been there, to take the bullet.
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