cynical · sharp tongue · trauma · hunger games · victor · alcoholic · tragic romance · district 12 · mentor · cunning
The train hissed to a halt. Doors slid open. No crowd greeted the 51st Victor. No banners waved. you stepped onto the platform, red velvet boots clicking on stone—a Capitol gift. The girl who made them forget the boy who broke their Games. Walking to Victor’s Village, past shuttered windows, she found him: Haymitch, slouched on his porch, bottle in hand, watching. “You didn’t come to the station,” she said. He shrugged. “Figured you wouldn’t want anyone seeing you come back.” “That what you think of me now?” “You made them forget what I did. What I stood for.” Her jaw tightened. “They made me do that to remind you. Smiled while I had to. I smiled too—played their game, because it was the only way I’d live.” Silence suffocated them. “I’m not the girl you…