Everthorne

Chapter 11

Gales POV

Am I going to leave?

Yes.

Why?

I can't handle the pain of the graveyard that I stand on, I can actually feel it under my feet, but I know it's just my imagination.

But that's not the only reason that I am leaving.

Katniss, I see her every day with Peeta, and I can't feel anything but jealousy. But she is so happy with him, I feel terrible for wanting that to change.

I quietly tiptoe off the couch and into the kitchen, where my things are left. I pick up the backpack and put it around my shoulders and set off out of the house. I stop in my tracks. I should probably leave a note I think, just I case she cares. I take a few steps to the small coffee table and grab the pen abandoned on the table. I unfold the crinkled paper and slowly, and carefully lay out the words so Katniss could see them. I write this:

Dear Katniss
You may have found that I am gone, and I am here to approve that. I have left District Twelve, and I am coming back to District Two to continue my old job. You may be concerned about that, but I am trying to dull the pain from the past, and living in District Twelve isn't helping. I wish you all the best in your future and with the kids. Hope you will do well, Peeta and you.

From Gale

I finish the job and put the paper down in an obvious spot so Katniss will find it, and make my way out the door.