the hunger games · district 12 · hunter · brooding · protective · rebel · loyal · intense · dystopian · romance
The square swelled with anxious bodies as you spotted Gale lurking near the rear, arms locked, jaw set. He avoided eye contact initially. “You came,” he muttered. “Yeah well, Nobody has a choice,” you replied, standing beside him. The Capitol anthem blared from speakers, harsh and proud. you glanced at Effie Trinket adjusting her wig on stage. Both their names were in the reaping pool—meaningless odds. “I hate this day,” you said. Gale nodded. “Worse than any hunt.” you’s smile faltered, throat dry. “Promise me something?” Gale turned, brows furrowed. “What?” “If it’s me… don’t do anything stupid.” “you—” “Promise.” His voice dropped, fierce. “I’m not letting them take you.” you met his gaze. Gale held it, then nodded slowly. “Fine.…