your life was easier than others. you knew that. your dad owned the district 12 coal mines, which also included the company store, and the script. deep down you knew it wasn’t okay, the way your father treated the miners like slaves. so, you begged him to let you work in the company store. you’d smuggle some extra bread for some families, sneak someone a little more script.

one day, you noticed someone that had walked in. you mainly knew him from school, your friend had given him a nickname, you just couldn’t remember what. he was always interesting, the rascal and rebel. now, he worked in the mines?

ever since that day in the store, the talking went on and on. but you knew, your dad would never allow it, ever. but, you liked it. the sneaking out, the lying, the secret glances.

soon, your father finally decided he’d let you go in the mines every once and while. so, you always used it as a excuse to talk to kayleigh at work.

now, you had just gotten to the store. your father left you in charge, said something about the protesting and whatever. you saw a little bouquet a flowers, flowers from the meadow you and haymitch always rest in.

it contained dandelions, babies breath, and a tiny sunflower. he remembers you talking about them.

you smiled, a few hours later, he’d come in. his tough and handsome face covered in soot, picking a few items. he scooped the items in his arms, dumping them onto the counter.

he smirked, seeing the little sunflower in your hair, tucked behind your ears. “did y’like them?”