I call him my friend, but in the last year it’s seemed too casual a word for what Gale is to me. A pang of longing shoots through my chest. If only he was with me now! But of course, I don’t want that. I don’t want him in the arena where he’d be dead in a few days. I just… I just miss him. And I hate being so alone. Does he miss me? He must.

I call him my friend, but in the last year it’s seemed too casual a word for what Gale is to me. A pang of longing shoots through my chest. If only he was with me now! But of course, I don’t want that. I don’t want him in the arena where he’d be dead in a few days. I just… I just miss him. And I hate being so alone. Does he miss me? He must.

– Suzanne Collins –

The Hunger Games

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