Roses

Sober

Hiya guys! Happy Sunday! Umm... Yep that's it. Read my A/N at the end, it's kind of important.

Haymitch's POV

  He had been through a lot in his life, between growing up in District Twelve and then entering the Hunger Games, it hadn't been anything close to sunshine. But the worst of it had been when he had to mentor. He had to watch kids go in and did his best to get them out. He warned them to stay out of the middle, to hide out for most of the Games, to focus on getting water first. But none of it had gotten anyone out.
  Every year he had to go back and face the family's on the children he could not help. Every year he became more and more overwhelmed by the memories of that he had done. Just the words, "stay alive," seemed like a stretch. And alcohol seemed like the solution. It was easy, was easier than facing reality. Much easier than helping kids who couldn't help themselves. It helped him forget, at least for a while.
  But the Games still came every year, and every year it still got worse. And there was nothing he could do. But then came the girl who volunteered for her sister, the girl on fire, the star crossed love, the Mockingjay. She wouldn't stand for him ignoring her, who wouldn't stand to do anything but fight her way through the Games. And he put down his glass, sobered up, and helped her. Then, he had come forth with a plan, to make them stand out, gain sponsors, and thus, the golden due began.
  Even so, only one could come out. And he focused on her, the one who needed to go home, who needed to see her sister again. And he watched her nearly die again and again, but she always made it. And then, they could both come home. It didn't seem possible, it hadn't ever happened before, and he doubted it would happen again, but they could return.
  They played the star crossed lovers act well, even Katniss did it well. And they made it out. When they went back in, this time there were people looking out for her, because she was a spark. The girl on fire. And after the war, after she'd lost everything and built a new life from the ground up, after they were his family, he was happy. He was six months sober when Rueby was born, and he was done drinking for good.

So I'm quitting this story... Psych! I'd never abandon this story! You guys are amazing, thank you so much for support.