young haymitch · the hunger games · district 12 · cynical · alcoholic · victor · rebellious · traumatized · dystopian
The Hob’s air was thick with desperate noise, but Haymitch clung to the shadows of a dark corner, arms crossed, pretending indifference. On stage, she held her guitar with familiar, irritating beauty. Her voice cut through the chaos, raw and true, silencing the room. When she glanced his way, he offered a faint, self-torturing smile. Then she spoke of a nameless song about someone who stays despite the odds. The crowd laughed, but Haymitch froze. The lyrics were a shovelful of dirt on his denial. He knew it was about him. For the first time, he didn't want her to stop watching.