(Katniss POV)
Haymich walked toward the camp ground oddly, but it was familiar. I looked down at his hand, to see an empty bottle of wine, a particularly large bottle too. "It was full when he left," Beetee said with a sad tone, "he's a mess without them." 'Them' I thought, it's so different from the Haymich that sent me into the 74th Hunger Games. He has a wife and a daughter, or 'had' I can feel my happiness for Beetee being alive, slowly being overcome by sorrow for Haymich, who might not have a family ever again. He reaches a corner of the tarp, and sits on a stump of a tree he stares at a blade of grass, with emptiness in his eyes. Peeta grabs my hand and pulls me away from Haymich. He knows that there is nothing that we can do but feel sorry for Haymich, and sorrow takes away some of your strength, but if you can direct it the right way, you can use it for strength. At the moment I'm not up for doing anything, but saving up my strength for the inevitable fight to come.
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Rose on Fire
FanfictionAfter the last chapter of Mockingjay, find out what happens to Johanna, Haymich, Effie, Gale, and all you favorite characters. The story takes place in between the last chapter of Mockingjay, and the Epilouge. Get to know your favorite, and least fa...
