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
CAN'T WE JUST HAVE THEM AS BEST FRIENDS AND NOT LOVE TRIANGLE INTERESTS LATER
