~ After Mockingjay ~
Dear Catnip,
I knew it right after they brought him back to District 13, that you chose him over me. The way you look at him, they way you ran to meet him, it was obvious. When you weren't forced to act, when you weren't on camera, you still showed that love you showed the Capitol. The kiss we shared in District 12 was just for attention, because we needed something to keep us both sane. It wasn't really because you loved me more.
Developing that strategy for the bombing, where we played off of human sympathy, no one thought that it would affect us. Your sister was the most sympathetic of them all. I don't know how I overlooked her, but I did, and now it's my fault.
You probably hate me for my anger. Well, that's why I ran. I'm not coming back to 12 or 13. I have a good job that keeps my mind occupied and a nice home. I'll admit that I'm too stubborn and too wounded to come back.
If you didn't hate me earlier, you probably hate me for running away, now. But I think I hate myself more than you could hate me.
There'll never be any girl like you, Catnip.
Love, Gale