Sorry I took so long to update! Anyway, since last chapter was in Johanna's point of view, you get one as Gale! Yay! I hope you enjoy reading this, oh, and please review, tell me how I'm doing, how you think I'm doing. And tell me if there's anything I can do better to make this story more enjoyable to read!

Gale

Light. I hate light. Why was it so damn bright? Groaning, I roll over, figuring I'm in my bed, only to fall and hit the floor. Fuck. Why was I sleeping on a couch. Rubbing my head, I try hard to remember last night, but I must have had alcohol, I never was a strong drinker, nothing like Haymitch.
Time to find out where I am.

After I closed the blinds-no need for light-I walk around the house I'm in. There's no pictures that identify who owns this house, then I open the door at the end of the hall. Who do I see but a naked Johanna Mason, laying on her back, spread like an eagle all over her bed, not covered by even a sheet. I curse loudly, which seems to wake her up. "Enjoying the view handsome?" Oh, everything's a joke to her.

"I'm leaving." I mumble, turning around, getting ready to leave. "Wait, sorry." Did Johanna just apologize? "Give me a moment to get dressed and I'll make breakfast." She adds as she gets out of bed, not that I'm looking, but I can hear her behind me. "Fine." I don't really know why I'm staying, actually. Maybe it's because I'm tired of being alone, and she understands the pain that I feel all the time. Maybe that's why I find myself sitting on the couch that I slept on last night, still wearing my clothes from the previous day.

About five minutes later, Johanna walks out wearing jeans and a tank top. She doesn't speak to me, she just heads to the kitchen, but I have a feeling she's just as relieved as I am that she isn't alone. I know I'm relieved that I'm not alone, and if we really are similar, surely she is too. Wordlessly I stand up and follow her to the kitchen, sitting down at the table as she places a mug of coffee down in front of me. "Cream? Sugar?"

"No thanks, I like my coffee black and strong." I reply before taking a sip. Johanna must be going soft, because there's no inappropriate joke about what I said. Instead, she places a plate in front of me with eggs, toast, and bacon. "Thanks." I feel like I've done something wrong, sure Johanna's always been quiet, but now she's not saying anything.

"No problem, thanks for not leaving." The words come about ten minutes later, when we're both done with our food. "No problem, it's sorta nice to not be alone." I don't know why I'm saying this, she's going to laugh at me, isn't she? No doubt she is. But she doesn't.

"Yea, it's nice to be around someone who understands." The words were bittersweet. We both had to go through the pain and guilt to understand, but at least we weren't alone. "Yea, it is." I can't think of anything else to say, what is there to say. "I'm going to get going, thanks for letting me crash here last night." I say as I stand, getting ready to leave. "No problem, I was the reason that you got drunk last night." Huh, so that's how I got drunk. "Well, I'll see you later." As I turn to wave goodbye, her face shocks me so much I freeze. She looks…. vulnerable. That was one word I never thought I'd associate with her.

"Promise?" Her voice is quiet and frail, like she lost all hope.
I know that if I don't, I could break her. But, something inside me tells me to get as far away from Johanna Mason as possible. I know that if I do promise, my entire life will change, I can tell that it won't be for the better. I could end up getting even more damaged than I already am. Do I really want to risk it? Or would it just be better to break Johanna and go home, so I never have to see her again? Which is better?
"I promise."