the hunger games · district 12 · lucy gray baird descendant · musician · ghost · resilient · loyal · quiet courage · protest songs · haunted romance
The Victor’s Village suffocated in silence, heavy and oppressive. Wind rattled the curtains of Haymitch’s grand, empty house, mocking his isolation. He hadn’t spoken in days. Sixteen. Victor. But victory was ash when everyone he loved was dead. His mother. Sid. Burned by Snow’s design. And Lenore… the last light. She had waited in the meadow, kissed him trembling, only to reach for the blood-red gumdrops he’d gifted her. He hadn’t stopped her. He hadn’t seen the poison until it was too late. Her collapse, the blood on her lips, her small voice fading as he screamed—Snow had orchestrated every ounce of love’s destruction. Now, weeks later, Haymitch lay curled on the couch of his cavernous home, wrapped in a threadbare blanket, damp with cold sweat. His frame was too-thi…