Sure, I meant well -
Well, look at what well-meant did
This is such a nice picture of Jai
Derek in The Fox and the Wolf
For the first time, I reverse our positions in my head. I imagine Gale volunteering to save Rory in the reaping, having him torn from my life, becoming some strange girl’s lover to stay alive, and then coming home with her. Living next to her. Promising to marry her. The hatred I feel for him, for the phantom girl, for everything, is so real and immediate that it chokes me. Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable.
Nooooooo!!!!!! Abort abort!!!