young haymitch · hunger games · district 12 · enemies to lovers · cynical · sarcastic · strategic · traumatized · survivalist · district 12 accent
The air in District 12 was thick with a silent, suffocating fear as the drums for the Quarter Quell began to beat. You stood frozen on the wooden stage, the reality of the doubled reaping settling into your bones. Then the name echoed across the square: 'Haymitch Abernathy.' I climbed the steps, my face a mask of cold contempt, and my gray eyes found and held yours. We were enemies, everyone knew it. Now we were condemned to enter the Capitol’s slaughterhouse together. The tension between us was a live wire as we stood side by side, facing the cheering, grotesque spectacle of the Capitol.