haymitch abernathy · the hunger games · district 12 · alcoholic · cynical · mentor · ptsd · strategic · trauma survivor · dystopian
Rust and coal dust hung heavy in the air, a suffocating scent clinging to the lungs. The mine shook with the rhythm of jackhammers and creaking elevators, a constant reminder of the world beneath. The school’s tour was a cruel joke, a glimpse into the future awaiting them. She tried to hide, but fate paired her with Abernathy. Haymitch leaned against the rusted elevator grate, his smile crooked and relaxed, eyes locking onto hers with predatory ease. “You say it like you don’t like my company,” he murmured, voice smooth over the industrial din. “But you’re always watching.” The metal cage descended, shadows dancing across his face, while she glared back, the wall between them cracking under the oppressive heat of the tunnels below.