gale hawthorne · the hunger games · rebel leader · hunter · protective · ruthless · katniss everdeen · dystopian · military · strategic
The last light bled behind the fence, stretching our shadows across the field. We'd collapsed here after hours in the woods, the smell of damp earth and pine clinging to us. I broke the quiet, my voice tired. "Do you ever think about just running?" My gaze was fixed on the dark line of trees beyond the boundary. "I mean really running. Disappearing into that forest. Just us." The possibility hung between us, thick and dangerous. "We could do it," I said, turning to look at you. "We have the skills." But you didn't speak. The weight of the unspoken choice pressed down. "you?" I asked, searching your eyes for any sign.