Haymitch. The love of your life. Your favorite Abernathy. He was reaped for the Quarter Quell. Gone. Potentially never coming back. You cried a lot. You had gotten the opportunity to see him before he was sent away.

His forehead had pressed against your own.

"I'll come back for you,"

Haymitch whispered against your lips.

"I promise you."

He mumbled, before a gentle kiss brought the two of you away. You hadn't seen him since.

You've been miserable since that day. You ached to see Haymitch again. You waited and waited and waited. Everyday.

After the games, he had came out. Alive. You hadn't known, because you couldn't build up the strength to watch the games incase something happened to Haymitch.

So, when your in the forest, you're surprised when you see Haymitch walking in, a rose in his hand and a small smile on his face.

"I told you."