A/N: Okay so I lied. I was so excited to get to Katniss's POV in the chapter after this that I had to write this one now. The next chapter really will be up next week, as I am going on Spring Break and will not have internet. This chapter is in Gale's POV. Enjoy and please review!

Disclaimer: Still don't own the Hunger Games, so I have to come up with my Galeniss ending here and in my dreams.

6 Months later

I've been in District 2 for about six months now, living with my family and working at my new job. My family is actually somewhat happy to be in 2, away from all the bad memories of 12, and the kids in a school not learning about coal byproducts, but about the New Panem and all the different types of things they can do in the other districts. Everyone is allowed to travel between districts now, which makes for a better Panem and more opportunities for all. I'm relieved that no one in my family goes hungry anymore, because food is not scarce and my job allows for them to get more. My job is called an engineer. I figure out a way to make things work and clean up destruction from the war. My first job was to clean up the avalanche of the Nut in a way that the interior of the mountain was not destroyed completely so we could get inside for the technology and repair the hovercrafts. Apparently they thought since it was my brilliant idea to avalanche the Nut, I would get the honor of coming up with a brilliant plan to fix it; karma at its finest.

While I'm relieved that my family is happy and I no longer work in the mines, I can't help but just go through the motions of life. I still hate myself for Prim's death, that I never even got to say goodbye to Katniss. The guilt still eats at me that I don't know if the bomb was mine or not, and I still have nightmares about it; nightmares that will most likely never go away. And I miss Katniss so much that I don't even look at all the girls that try to flirt with me. I still love her, and will probably live my life alone trying to forget her, though she will probably forget me eventually. After all, she has Peeta, and I'm no longer there to confuse her about who to choose. I basically pushed her right to him with that damn bomb.

As I go to work one morning, in a daze as always, I'm almost to my office when I hear someone calling for me- Beetee.

"Hey Gale, nice to see you again. I hope you're doing well." He says quietly. He knows that I am definitely not doing well, as I call him a lot to see if he has found any information whether the bomb was mine or not. I can't imagine why he is here. I don't even bother replying, just give him a look which he correctly takes as you know I'm not fine, get to the point.

"Well, I'm here because I have information about the bomb. Do you have time to talk?" he inquires. Since this is important to me, I decide to play hooky at work for a while. I have to know for my own sanity whether it is my bomb or not. I agree, and we walk to the nearest bench.

"So for the last few months, I've been in13 looking at file after file trying to find out if it was the bomb you designed. I did lock your design away when you asked, but unfortunately I'm not the only one who knew the passcode. It was still there, so I started looking into the computer history of those who did know the code." he started to explain.

"You can do that?" I ask incredulously. I don't know why I'm surprised. If he could break into the Capitol's emergency channel broadcast, then breaking into other people's computer history must be child's play.

"Yes, I can. I looked around mostly at other developers in the beginning, but then I decided to look into those more in power. You know Plutarch, the Head of military, and Coin." Beetee continued.

"Find anything worthwhile?" I question. Those silver parachutes had Gamemaker written all over them, but somehow I don't see Plutarch having any hand in the actual designing or detonating of bombs. He was more for the publicity and propos than the actual military part of the war.

"Why don't you take a look. This is from Coin's computer history." He replies while handing me a file.

Curious, I open it. The first page is proof of her looking into the file with my name on it, but nothing is actually there. I turn the page and see a bomb design that looks a lot like mine but is slightly different. It's dated almost 80 years ago, from the Dark Days. The next page is a computer letter to the Head of military, Richard Saul, which has the Dark Day design and tells him to create it and load it onto a Capitol hovercraft that was taken.

I silently process the information I'm looking at. It appears she tried to use my bomb design, but failed because it was no longer there. However, the Dark Days one is so similar to mine that it can't be a coincidence; she knew what my design was like and deliberately used one like it. I look up, and see that Beetee is watching me, waiting for my reaction.

"What's it mean? She tried to use my design but couldn't so she used a similar one?" I ask, relieved to know that it wasn't actually my bomb, just an almost perfect copy that existed before mine.

"Well after talking to Saul, who was just taking orders, and the head of 13's hospital, Joan, I think I have pieced this mystery together. Coin wanted to use your design, and was quite angry that she couldn't. She knew that Saul had seen it, but he couldn't remember the specifics so he told him to look through the weapons records and find a similar one. Saul found the one from the Dark Days and Coin told him to put it on the hovercraft that bombed the Capitol children. When I asked Joan why she sent Prim, a young girl, to be a medic in the heart of war, she replied that Coin had requested Prim. Joan protested that she was too young, but Coin insisted." Beetee explains, "I don't know why, but Coin was trying to make it appear that you killed Prim with your bomb."

I can't believe it. Coin deliberately tried to blame me for the bomb design, and knew she was sending Prim to her death. There could only be one reason; she was trying to destroy Katniss. Coin never liked her, and was scared of how much power Katniss had over her. After all, Coin felt threatened enough after Katniss gave her the conditions of being the Mockingjay to publically announce that she agreed to give up her conditions if she failed to comply to Coin's demands. Since I have just been sitting here mind blown with Beetee still staring at me waiting for a reaction, I decide to enlighten him. "I know why she did it. To destroy Katniss."

"I'm not sure how it was to destroy Katniss other than killing her sister. Are you sure?" he asks me, still not buying it.

"Think about it. Coin never liked her. She sent Peeta to kill Katniss once we were in the Capitol, but he failed to do so. So she sent a bomb that she was probably well aware Katniss would think was mine to kill her little sister. Coin wanted to destroy Katniss by leaving her with nothing at all." I add to my explanation. Beetee seems to be catching on, seeing how right I am.

"Of course. Prim gone, Peeta insane, her mother in a depression over Prim, and all the blame on your shoulders. Brilliant." Beetee conveys, agreeing with me completely. And I have to agree; Coin was brilliant to think of this. Despite not liking Katniss, she realized exactly what she could do to break her. Not to mention ruining several lives, including mine. I feel nothing but relief that she is now dead, that Katniss got her true revenge even if she doesn't know the extent of it. Katniss…

"Have you told Katniss?" I ask. She needs to know, even though she will probably never want to see me again anyway. While she will know it wasn't my bomb, she will never be able to forget the connection between my design and Prim.

"No," Beetee replies, "I thought it would be best for you to tell her, seeing as the question in mind was that it is not your bomb."

"You don't understand, Beetee. Even though isn't mine, she won't forget the connection between my bomb and Prim. Besides the fact that she probably wouldn't listen to me anyway if I tried." I gloomily explain, "But I think you should tell her. She deserves to know the truth."

"Well alright if you don't want to, I'll tell her in a few days." he complies. "Well, I'm sure your absence is noted at work, so I'll let you go. It was great to see you, and I sincerely hope that the guilt is gone knowing that the bomb wasn't yours."

"Thanks Beetee, for letting me know. But the guilt won't ever fully go away." I answer, because it's true. Like Katniss, I will always see the connection. We say goodbye, and I walk to work, thinking about my newfound knowledge.

The whole day is unproductive for me at work. Figures. Dropping that kind of information on a guy and telling him to go on his merry way doesn't exactly work for me. All I can think about is mine and Beetee's conversation, and the relief that I didn't really kill Prim. And of course, I can't help but think of Katniss. I think of Haymitch's advice, to set her free and let her come to me. But I miss 12, the woods, our woods. Where I was truly happy.

By the time I make it home that day for dinner, I made my decision. The board be damned; I'm going to District 12. Tomorrow.