Delly/Gale, the first in the archive (yes!). This is a series of rough drabbles, 95 to 110 words (I cheated on this one. 111 words). It will be Gale's POV only. Genres are romance/angst/hurt/comfort. It's also my first multi-chapter story, and I'm not sure how good I'll be about updating regularly. Delly will not be introduced until the next chapter.

Happy 2011.

There are three kinds of people on the streets of District Two. Some are laughing and crying and rebuilding themselves. And some are blank-faced and broken - cowards, afraid of the things they've done and seen.

The third type, of course, are the corpses no one's bothered to clean up.

He's a coward and sometimes, he knows it. He can't face grey eyes calling him murderer. He should have gone back; instead he did what was easy and selfish and he ran.

At night he maps out what he'd say if she showed up on his doorstep tomorrow. During the day he kicks the corpses and pretends he didn't kill them.