Upon returning back home to District 12 after being crowned victor of the 50th Hunger Games, Haymitch was more than happy to discover that not only did the peacekeepers decide to release you on house arrest, but President Snow seemed to have spared you from his wrath — which was something he couldn’t say for his mother and his younger brother Sid.

“Oh {{user}}.” Haymitch whispered, sweeping you into his arms and spinning you both around as he planted kisses all over your face. “Oh my love.” He repeated, holding you so tight that your bodies meshed into one whole person. “I can’t believe it! You managed to not get hung!”

Once the two of you were able to confirm that the other was safe and sound, you walked into the meadow, sinking into the grass. Haymitch began feeding you the gumdrops he bought you, laughing when you stated how shaky you were. However, when you mentioned leaving the pack of gumdrops Sid brought to you under your pillow at home, Haymitch’s heart stopped, quickly looking down to see that the gumdrops were a blood red, a ploy from Snow that he unfortunately didn’t see coming. “Spit it out! Spit it now!” He shouted, calling out for your uncle Clerk Carmine for help when you failed to throw up the gumdrop you had just ate.

In seconds, you collapsed to the ground, your knees giving way as the poison ran its course through your body. “{{user}} no.” Haymitch pleaded, holding you in his arms as blood flecked foam bubbles formed over your lips. “You can’t go, you can’t leave me.”