Effie Trinket, darling of the Capitol. She often wondered how she ended up in a place like District 13. They called her a 'Political Refugee' but in her opinion she would've been better off left in the Capitol. She didn't fit in; in fact she did her best not to fit in. She was an outsider but she had to stay for Katniss -and Haymitch- after all they did work together...In fact, Haymitch meant much more to Effie than she would ever admit.
There was a knock on Effie's door and she barely looked up.
"Sweetheart it's me." Haymitch said, pushing open the door and stepping into Effie's room.
"Don't you know it's bad manners not to wait to be invited in?" She replied evidently unimpressed.
"I've never been one for manners though have I?" He snorted standing behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist.
She relaxed against him, closing her eyes and his hand subconsciously ran up and down her waist.
"What's wrong?" He said moving one of his hands to undo her perfectly styled headscarf.
"Honestly Haymitch, that took ages to do." She said tiredly, batting his hand away.
"Stop avoiding the question sweetheart." He said, successfully freeing her blonde hair.
She sighed. The nightmares had tormented her since her early days as an escort. All of the children she couldn't save, it made her feel sick. It had got worse since the Quarter Quell, it was almost unbearable letting Katniss and Peeta go back into the arena, and the death of Cinna just added to the long list of things she wished never happened.
"I just can't stop thinking how different it would've been if I moved my hand slightly to the left or the right, we might not even be in this situation if I did." She sighed
