So I was re-reading Mockingjay today, and the first time I read it, I never really noticed Gale’s hurtful position then. It was maybe because I was too caught up with PeeNiss that I never noticed Gale’s love for Katniss.
"Maybe I’m 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. It’s a surprising flavor for such a gentle kiss. He pulls away first and gives me a wry smile. "I knew you’d kiss me."
"How?" I say. Because I didn’t know myself.
"Because I’m in pain," he says. "That’s the only way I get your attention." He picks up the box. "Don’t worry, Katniss. It’ll pass." He leaves before I can answer.
Just by reading this, I was able to feel the pain he’s going through. He’s known Katniss since he was fourteen, which was four years ago in the book. He knows her, and she knows him. They’re practically one halves of a whole. They move in sync. When Katniss is about to do something, Gale knew already what she’s going to do next. They share each other’s predicaments. Both of their fathers died in a mine bombing. They-UGH. Even though Katniss ended up with Peeta in the end, even having children with him, I still think about how it could’ve been if it was Gale whom Katniss married.
It was maybe one of the reasons why, after the war, Gale didn’t come back to 12. Because he can’t bear to see Katniss and Peeta married together, even though he’d already accepted the possibility. I feel very sad, really. I mean, I support Katniss and Peeta, but for me, Peeta never really knew Katniss like Gale did, and love, again-for me, has to be like that. You have to know the person inside out.
So as I was saying, I was re-reading Mockingjay today while my dad went around hospitals to check on his patients. Whenever we arrived at a hospital, he would leave me at the lobby and I would fish out my paper back copy of Mockingjay from my satchel. I would be so engrossed in it, especially on all the parts with Gale, that I would actually give my dad a death glare whenever he came to pick me up at the lobby. And then after, when we got to the car, I would stare out in the window and just think, and think, and think about hundreds of possibilities of what might’ve been if Katniss and Gale ended up together.
Anyway, I’ll end this post right here and right now because I seriously don’t know what will happen if I write longer. Thanks for reading, by the way. :)