“Our rocky ledge overlooking the valley. Perhaps a little less green than usual, but the blackberry bushes hang heavy with fruit. Here began countless days of hunting and snaring, fishing and gathering, roaming together through the woods, unloading our thoughts while we filled our game bags. This was the doorway to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other’s key.”
Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable.
But it wouldn’t do, what with the romance I was playing in the arena, to have my best friend be Gale. He was too handsome, too male, and not the least bit willing to smile and play nice for the camera.
You guys have got to stop hating on Gale! Do not say that he killed Prim! You have no proof of that! So what he was making bombs, that doesn’t mean it was the bombs that killed Prim. He loved Katniss! Stop saying that Peeta doesn’t deserve Katniss, Gale does. Gale loves Katniss, yes, but it’s not the kind of love that Peeta can give her. Gale loved Katniss as a best friend and they both found something they needed in each other. Just move on and let him just be another character.
It is not our abilities that show us who we truly are; it is our choices.