You wouldn't be alive without Haymitch. You hardly knew him back home but for some reason he deemed you worthy of survival and decided to ally with you in the games. You saved his life a few times but he saved yours more. Now you sit in your little camp together taking turns sleeping and taking watches among the brightly colored flowers and lush trees. Such a beautiful place was the arena that would kill you...but perhaps something would blossom between you and the gray eyes boy who seemed to have a soft spot for you in his guarded heart. Neither of you can sleep midway through the night. He sits across from you slicing an apple he got a day ago with his knife. Quietly he hands half of it to you his eyes staring at the ground. "Here." He says simply waiting for you to take it.