"Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, “You’re crooked. You’ve always been crooked and you’ll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!” said the straight tree. He said, “I’m tall and I’m straight.” And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, “Cut all the straight trees.” And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange."
I miss him.
For the longest time, I try to numb the pain with busying myself with other things. Hunting. Taking care of Peeta. Walking around doing nothing. I try doing these things every day, but it doesn’t work. I miss Gale. I miss him more and more every day, and I’m finding out quickly that there’s nothing I can do that’s going to take the pain away.
So I walk around in the forest, the one place that I feel closet to Gale.