[Hunger Games] The Hunter and his prey

Titel: The Hunter and his prey
Universe: Hunger Games, typ... mellan nån bok? Haha inte riktigt säker.
Rating: PG
Notes: Jag hade tråkigt och skrev denna Peeta/Gale-fanfic. I like that pairing

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Nightmares. He said that they were gone to anyone who asked, but lies, forever lies, because how could he ever forget, how could he ever be free? Fear. He tried to act like nothing, at least that it didn't affect him like it did. Countless wakeups every night. Forever trying to live on, forever trying not to fall to pieces, when all there really was left, in the end, all that was him was shattered.

Alone. One thing he didn't wanted, what he couldn't face, loneliness that knew him by name, eating him up from the inside and all he could ever do, ever be, it was forever etched inside of him, stuck inside, like permanent ink. Like glue he couldn't get rid of. And tossing and turning and falling down, it didn't help, it didn't ease the pain.

The woods. Maybe he could run. But if he ran it would never be fast enough. Like it wasn't good enough staying, like it could never be enough no matter how much he tried, because whatever it was, whoever, it was stronger. And all he ever wanted was to feel.

"Do you need me like I need you?"

"How do I know you even need me?"

"All I ever did was needing you."

"Didn't seem like it."

"I never knew"

Hurt. Those lips were poison, like a drug he couldn't get enough of, like a bad habit, too easy to get back to, far too great to not want. Pain. It hurt like thousands swords and wounds that wouldn't stop bleeding. Running away from something that always and ever in the end caught up with him and he was watching from the outside and to need and want was even more painful, to see and not to touch.

Need. Oh how didn't he need it. Like oxygen and sunrays, water and food. He could find shelter within if only the arms that he needed was there to catch him, and he didn't want them to have to, didn't want to feel weak, but falling was easy, easier than staying.

"I'm falling."

"I'll catch you."

"Falling for you."

"Don't be afraid."

"But it can never be."

"No one has to know."

Hiding. Like animals, small animals, but he felt even smaller. Love was pain, love was bigger and he, who was he, but not a breeze in a hurricane that was forgotten and lost and insignificant. Who was he, if not a rock on the mountain and a drop in the ocean, thinking and longing for something he can't have?

He could taste his lips still if he really tried to remember, and the way the grass felt greener when they were in it. How his eyes seemed drug him with a need for something more and time rushing fast, too fast when the moment had to linger. Gale was the hunter and he was nothing else but his prey, but he could never be more satisfied than when strong arms held him close and hearts skipped a beat, with the calm sound of nothing being more important than the two of them forever, knowing nothing was greater, nothing more good.

Secrets. Of the best event in life never to be told, and he could never stop wanting it to be something more than the two of them together, memories lost with him and the trees, growing tall, staying silent.

Bravo. Det verkar lite som en dikt när jag tänker efter, men ändå bra! Ska du skriva mer, eller var det allt?

Jättebra!
Håller med om att det var som en dikt, och den var verkligen sjukt bra!
Haha, gillar att shipa Peeta/Gale ^^