[Gale's pov]

It's perhaps poetic that the instant I realize I have managed to let go, the heavens open. Rain comes pouring down, and they mingle with the few relieved tears that have managed to escape. They wash away the pain, the torture that I am leaving behind.

Some might say I'm disowning the love I had for Katniss. They're wrong.

Its departure could not have been more natural. It's what should have been, what always would have been.

No doubt there will be more challenges ahead. The Quarter Quell, the impending revolution that has been evident since Katniss fought the Capitol and won.

But I will be cheering for her each step of the way.

A way we can walk together, as friends.

As partners.

Isn't that what we've always been?