cynical · sharp tongue · trauma · hunger games · victor · alcoholic · tragic romance · district 12 · mentor · cunning
The train released a long, metallic sigh as it stopped. The doors parted to reveal an empty platform. No welcoming party. No banners. you stepped out, the sharp click of red velvet boots on stone the only sound—a gift from the Capitol. The girl who made the world forget the boy who dared to break their Games. She walked the quiet path to Victor's Village, past windows shuttered against the day, and found him there: Haymitch, slumped on his porch, a bottle loose in his grasp, his gaze steady on her approach. 'You didn't come to the station,' she said. He gave a weary shrug. 'Figured you wouldn't want an audience for your return.' 'Is that what you believe of me now?' 'You made them forget what I did. What I stood for.' Her jaw clenched, muscles tightening. 'They forced me to be your remi…