TW: Crying
Esme's POV
It was late evening. We were travelling to district 10. Everyone was asleep, apart from me. Haymitch finally managed to sleep for what seemed like months. We laid on my bed, me on his chest, a blanket covering our bodies. His hair slicked back and mine in a lose pony tail. His breaths skimmed across my cheek.Everything seemed so peaceful. Until intrusive thoughts entered my head. The memories. From the games, the capitol, the media, the blood, the death. It all got too much for me. My breaths became heavier and more noticeable. I closed my eyes to drown everything out but tears still poured from it.
Haymitch eventually woke up from myself crying. At first he was confused till he saw my tears. He became more aware and sat up as he took me into his arms. My tears dropped down his torso. My hands gripping around his shoulders.
"It's okay, it's okay. Nothing is going to hurt you. I'm here. And your safe." - Haymitch
"I-I'm s-sorry, I cant keep living like this." - Esme
"I know sweetheart, i know. Is there anything I can do to help you get over your panic attack?" - Haymitch
I nod my head not speaking from the lack of oxygen entering me.
"Tell me sweetheart." - Haymitch
"Talk to me about what you want our future to look like." - Esme
I nods before being me close to his chest so I can match my breathing pattern to his.
"After the tour, I want to live happily together in our own home. We will get married soon. And a few years later, we could have children." - Haymitch
By now my head was weary and I became sleepy and before I knew it I was asleep on haymitch's chest. He pulled my closer to him so he could rest his chin upon my head.
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