"It's your fault." He said to himself. "It's your fault, Gale, it's your freaking fault." He punched a wall. He was back in District 12. He didn't know what he was doing there, but he did know why he left Katniss in the Capitol. She didn't loved him. "The one she couldn't live without. It was Peeta. Not him. Peeta, the boy with the bread. Peeta, the boy who helped her with her nightmares. Peeta, the perfect one. And who he was? He was Gale. Just Gale. The best friend, the fake cousin, the full of flaws one.

He punched the wall of the little house in the middle of the woods that Katniss once showed him. "You told her you loved her in this place. You told her…" He said, with the tears streaming down his face without his permission. He sat on the chair, that made a weird sound under his weight, and hid his face on his hands. "But she didn't love you back. She never did. Not before Peeta, and not after that." He sob a little, and he was happy that no one could hear him in the middle of the woods. "You blow up Prim… How could you do that, Gale? It was your bombs… your bombs that ruined her life, she was so small… The only thing Katniss asked was to keep them alive, and you killed her." He got up, and kicked the chair. "She doesn't need you to live, Gale. She needs Peeta. And she have him now, you can get out of her way now. Your family doesn't need you anymore, now Katniss will feed them."

"Nightlock." Said him one time, he didn't have to be quiet this time. He wasn't hunting. He would never hunt again. "Nightlock." Gale knew how to find them, Katniss had teach him once. He was walking fast, almost running. "Nightlock." A sick smile came out in his face when he found the berries. He got a bunch of them, but in the pocket, and came back to the house. He grabbed a piece of paper and started to write. He didn't write a lot. Maybe a couple lines for his family, and then, for Katniss.

"I'm the one that you could live without, Catnip. But always remember how much I loved you."