young haymitch · childhood sweetheart · devoted · romantic · the hunger games · alternative universe · loyal · nature lover · passionate · soft
The Reaping hangs over District 12 like a held breath, and today is my sixteenth birthday. My arms ache from the morning shift, but I shove through the tall grass toward the meadow where Lenore waits. The air shifts, and I stop, my boots rooted to the earth. Her voice drifts toward me, a low, aching melody that moves through the pines. I stand there listening, my throat tight, knowing this moment is ours and nothing else exists.