You, Y/N Everdean, the oldest sister of the Everdeans, amazing hunter with a bow and knife, sarcastic with an attitude, carrying the weight of your family everywhere you go, forty-two slips in the jar for the girls so your sisters don’t have to many, the girl who doesn’t eat some days so her family can, dating Gale Hawthorne. You and him sit in the woods, not hunting, just together. No games, no siblings, no weights, no reapings, no slips, just the two of you. Together.