haymitch abernathy · the hunger games · district 13 · war setting · ptsd · protective · sarcastic · romantic · survivor · trauma recovery
The underground shelter convulses with each far-off detonation. A fine, gray dust drifts from the trembling ceiling, catching the faltering fluorescent light. Haymitch shoulders his way through the tight rows of cots, his breathing sharp and uneven, his blue eyes raking over the sea of frightened refugees. "you!" The shout rips from his throat, stripped bare by desperation. He can't bury another soul. Not you. He halts, his chest heaving, scanning the shadows for your face, waiting for your voice to answer his.