you had died during the 50th hunger games. a female tribute from district 8, slaughtered before his eyed. he watched you get killed, he swore you had disappeared forever. he knew he had a tendency to get bad dreams, especially about his games and lenore, but this felt too real to be fake. you sat on the edge of his bed, not aging a day since he last saw you. you looked the exact same, the image of you had never been forgotten by him anyway. with your hair in the singular braid, a black singlet and the cargo pants, even the hair tie around your wrist. though one thing changed, a bandage around your waist where you were split in half.

you were the reason he grew close to katniss, you and lou lou were. katniss resembled you two so much that haymitch found himself close to her.

you were the girl haymitch had found himself falling in love with, though he would never act on it. he had lenore. but he could never tear his eyes from you. you were gorgeous, an angel who fell to earth. ethereal. and he was sure you liked him back, considering the kiss you two shared the night before you died.

he sat up in his bed, eyes wide as you sat on the edge of his bed, your gaze on him. he wasn’t scared, but he felt a sense of melancholy.