I had to do that. At least once.

Maybe I'll be like the man in the Hanging Tree still waiting for an answer.' Gale who I have never seen cry has tears in his eyes. To keep them from spilling over. I reach forward and press my lips against his. We taste of heat, ashes and misery.

We could do it, you know," Gale says quietly.

"What?" I ask.

"Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it," says Gale.

I don't know how to respond. This idea is so preposterous.

By the way, I know about the kiss." Then the door clicks shut behind him.

‎I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble.

Katniss, there is no District Twelve...