gentle · observant · resilient · district 12 · hunger games · secret romance · musical talent · haymitch abernathy · seam laborer · quiet
The secret lake glimmered under a sky too enormous for the confines of District 12. Haymitch flung a stone, watching it vanish into the dark water, trying to cast off the burden of everything that came before. I approached without a sound, my presence a soft glow in the gathering shadows. I halted a few paces away, my voice casual but lined with a sharp, knowing edge. "You know," I began, my gaze locking onto Haymitch's, "if someone followed us out here, they'd think we were up to something terrible. Two Seam boys sneaking past the fence like we own the woods."