Just another letter from Gale to Katniss after Mockingjay. Like several others, I was immensely disappointed with the way Gale was just pushed away without an official goodbye. It's like one of those insane "Team Peeta" girls tied the author in a chair and forced her to finish the book quickly… Anyway, here's my take on it. (oneshot)
Dear Catnip,
Today, I decided that I am giving up. I'm sick of on ignoring you and pretending like I've moved on when I haven't. It haunts me day and night to think that I left you in such a hysterical state after the Rebellion. I hope you know that my leaving was for your benefit. Although being away from you has been torture, I can't even imagine what it would be like if I went back to Twelve. It kills me to think that it was my fault that those children were bombed and I don't think I would last long knowing that whenever you would see my face, you would think of her.
I've spent all this time trying to figure out a way out of this. I wasted so many nights and days thinking about ways to escape the situation, but found nothing. Today was the day that I came to my conclusion.
There is no way out.
Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve this. Surely it was something terrible, because it causes you pain too. At least, I imagine it does. They tell you that love is perfect and kind, but I guess they've never met us before. They tell you that you know exactly when it is meant to be. I kept telling myself that it wasn't. I used all my strength to try and move on.
It didn't work.
Not one bit. Maybe I'm like that guy from the ancient myth we learned about in history class. Doomed to roll that giant boulder up that hill, only to have it come tumbling down again when I think I've reached the top. What was his name? Sissyfit? Sisyphus?
Maybe I really have gone insane. Maybe you don't care about me anymore. Maybe you never did.
I've decided that I'm sick of thinking up possibilities about how you are feeling right now. I
I'm done imagining what life must be like for you right now. So that's why I decided to write this letter to you, asking what's going on. If you don't reply, well, I guess I deserve it.
Well, bye.
Gale