A/N

And goodbye to canon-

[Gale's pov]

354 sheep, 355 sheep, 356 sheep, 357 sheep, 358 sheep, 359 sheep, 361 sheep...

Wait, was that 351 sheep? I'm losing track of the count, and still no closer to falling asleep than I was when I began.

The thing was, I wasn't all that eager to go to sleep, and face nightmares that came as the dark, depressing thoughts I buried during the day surfaced. It didn't seem like the rosiest of prospects.

Maybe I should just get out of bed, and go and do something.

As soon as the thought occurred, another followed suit.

I should go talk to Peeta.

I was surprised at how sure I was. The moment I thought it, I knew it was what I'd do. I should go talk to Peeta, and tell him Katniss was messing with us.

That although we both liked her, letting our feelings go was the best decision. She could pretend damn well, but I was beginning to wonder whether she had ever cared for someone; you just had to look at the way she snapped at Mrs. Everdeen, ridiculing her time and time again without cause.

She'd played with her fellow victor, using him as a mere pawn to win the games, and she might well kiss me back, but I struggled to believe - to trust - that she cared.

Katniss was emotionless, a robot.

Nothing in her was sensitive, or warm.

She was like steel. Cunning, sharp, freezing cold.

No, Gale! What's wrong with you? You love her-

I don't think I do. Something in me - it just snapped.

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Hoping to do a bonus update tomorrow! (Hope you enjoyed the chapter, and please show some love!)