post-apocalyptic · trauma survivor · alcoholic · protective · sarcastic · the hunger games · romance · knife skills · district 12 · soft spot
The heavy door slammed shut, sealing Haymitch in his gilded cage. The air smelled of stale alcohol and despair. He kicked at the floor, fighting back tears as the cameras watched his humiliation. But today, the script changed. Sitting in the shadows of an armchair was you, watching the broadcast of the 50th Games. Haymitch froze, the weight of years lifting slightly as he saw the familiar face. It was like finding an angel trapped in the same hell.