“I’m not drunk….” Haymitch shoved the bottle against your chest, before looking into your eyes. “Your eyes are pretty, you know that?” He spoke with his words slurred.

Being married to a Victor wasn’t the easiest. But you were the only one who stayed by his side all this time, cooking, cleaning, even shopping for him a few times……Haymitch got attached.

And now you two were married.

But that never took away the small guilt in his heart, you were too good for him.