Gales face still stung from Haymitch's Fist colliding with his face. What Haymitch said still rang through his head, it had to be lies. She never cared about him, not that way anyways. They had both used each other for comfort, neither had actual feelings.
As gale thought about it more and more he became sick. Flashes of her smile and her innocent blue eyes flashed through his memory. He thought about how she nervously tugged at her blonde ringlets whenever he was near. He was blind not to see it before.
"She loved you, and you let her die," Haymitch was right. He hadn't even bothered to rescue her. She had always made him her number one priority, and she hadn't even made his list. He had never considered her a friend. She had always been a distraction, or he told himself. The more he pried memories from his mind the more he hated himself.
He pulled the strongest whiskey he could find from his cupboard. He let the burn run through his body warming his chest. "Dammit Undersee." He muttered to himself. He had let her burn to death and now so would he."