who i was/who i am (galexpeeta)

(Rated Mature for Strong Language and descriptions of abuse and abusive relationships)
Gale has always known he was strong.

He does not fear for his safety at night, he knows that he could fend off most anyone who would attack him. He had always been described as stubborn and independent.

So how had he gotten to this point? And how will he get out?

After all, he loves Cato. Beautiful, blue eyed, kind Cato.

This was his fault. He'll just try harder next time.

Until he meets a new blond stranger, and considers the idea that he might not have to.

(crossposted to ao3)