Gale was not angry anymore. All the fire that was built up from the anger he kept inside him for so many years had turn into misery.
Misery and shame.
He was not a good enough father for Rose- his little princess was gone now. He was regretting everything. Not being a good father to her for so many years. He hoped he had skipped everything he did in the past, he hoped with all the passion that was left in his heart that the quote Rye Mellark had told him before he left district twelve was true.
"The past is in the past"
"Well guess what? It is not" Gale whispered looking at the broken mirror in front of him.
Gale Hawthorne was back in district two. Not because he needed closure, but because he had left district twelve and his old life, forever behind him, like he it suit him.
Shameful
It had been years and years since he was the cause for his grandchild and enough years for him to manage to stand again on his legs. He wasn't the proud Gale Hawthorn that had managed to keep a district well fed.
He was Gale. Just Gale. The Hawthorne surname didn't fit him anymore- he thought.
His father had died working for his family.
His mother sacrificed herself for her children.
Rory had become a great doctor and a great family man.
Vick was visiting the districts teaching at schools about the revolution that changed the nation of Panem forever.
Posy was a great mother and was looking after her kids with so much love that you would think there was no tomorrow for her.
His whole family was good and he was not.
He was not good enough to be a Hawthorne anymore.
Gale Hawthorne was old.
Pain and tragedy forced him to grow up faster and the misery he had went through made him look older even though he had just reached the sixty-twp years old. His hair was grey and his face was full of wrinkles.
He knew his daughter had reached the age of twenty-eight. He knew that she was at the age of marriage and family and he always starting to write that damned letter.
My dearest child, Rose,
I know I was a bad father. No not bad, I was awful, I did the only thing I sworn not to do when I first held you in my arms that cold December. You were so little and delicate that I thought that only by holding you, you would break into million pieces. Then you squeezed my finger with your whole hand and I was the delicate and breakable then.
An apology is not enough. I just cannot come to you and say I am sorry for all the bad I did to you ever in your whole life.
I will not take more of your precious time, my princess.
I know you probably hate me but I am your daddy and I will always love.
Till the end of my days.
Always yours,
Gale Hawthorne, your daddy
He looked down at his hand. The letter was still there but he knew he could write more. He knew he could say more. He knew that just a letter or a phone call were not enough to make bridges to connect the huge gaps between them and fill the holes in their hearts.
He left the bathroom and into the living room to get the fresh patch of letters and bills.
"Bills, bills, bills…" he started counting, placing the letters on the kitchen counter until he came by a white envelope.
He opened it with shaking hands and had to sit down when he read the first works:
"Dear Dad"
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