Gale froze, a mixture of relief and horror.
Relief that it wasn't Katniss.
Horror that it was Prim.
For a long moment, he felt as though there was a buzzing in the air, and watched helplessly as little Prim finally shuffled forwards in her oversized clothes.
How was Katniss holding up?
Gale looked across to her. A split second later, she twitched out of her dumbstruck state and dashed forwards, screaming desperately, “Prim! Prim! I volunteer!”
Katniss, no –
“I volunteer as tribute!”
A hush fell over the crowd. Gale withdrew, closing his eyes. Not hearing.
This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.
Then, a piercing cry cut into his reverie. Prim. Screaming and clinging onto Katniss.
Gale rushed towards her, peeling her tight fingers off from Katniss’ waist, as she shrieks, “No, Katniss! No! You can’t go!” He lifted her away, her arms and legs thrashing frantically, when Katniss turned a