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I stand there staring at her face as she sleeps. She's probably dreaming of him, I think. A small smile spreads across her face, confirming my suspicions. Her smile disappears as she remembers that he's not here. He's stuck in the Capitol, being held prisoner.
She needs him, it's written all over her face. When she's awake she seems distant. It's like she's with him because she obviously isn't here; with me. When she came home from the Games, I watched every day as she grew closer to him, and every time she grew closer to him, she grew further from me. I'm just her friend, her "cousin". He's her fake lover, her friend too, but I can tell that their love is far from fake.
A sigh escapes her lips and I sigh too. What happened to us? We were so close, we told each other everything. Now there's only a small part of her that's dedicated to me. I have to face the fact that my best friend is gone, never to be seen again. She was lost in the Capitol, lost in the Hunger Games. Now there's this new girl whom I hardly know.
Who is she? I ask myself. She is Katniss Everdeen, winner of the Seventy-Fourth Hunger Games, the girl on fire, the victor. She use to be Katniss Everdeen, the girl who hunted in the woods, the girl who lived in the Seam, my best friend.
So who is she? A part of me asks again. A stranger. That's what she is, that's who she is; a stranger. My best friend is no more. She is no longer mine, she is his, Peeta Mellark's. The boy who gave her bread.
I have to accept the fact that she didn't choose me. So now I know what I have to do.
When we get Peeta back, when they are together again, I will have to let my best friend go. I can't get in her way, I've caused enough trouble for her, anyway.
She doesn't need you, Gale. That part of me says. No, she doesn't, but I'll be there for her. I'll be there like a real friend. She can push me away, she can tell me to go, but I'll be there in the end. Waiting for the moment when she says she needs me again. All she has to do is say the word and I'll come to her aid. Just like the best friend I was.
Just like the best friend I am.