Riding the train that will take them to the Capitol, both tributes--Haymitch and Maysilee--were appalled, still finding it hard to believe that they were among the Second Quarter Quell's tributes.
The food was the best thing. They had never seen so much food in their entire lives. They might have eaten all of those if it was a normal day, but it wasn't. Their appetites didn't seem to respond even when there was so much food laid out on a table in front of them.
You'll be okay. Haymitch had been saying that line to Maysilee every single time they had a chance to talk. He couldn't tell her that they will both be okay because he knows for a fact that they won't be.
Why does it have to be the both of us? Nevertheless, I can't let her die. Haymitch thought to himself, thinking that Maysilee will not be able to sense his thoughts, but she knew him too well, she instantly knew what he was thinking.
"Don't do it, Haymitch. Don't even think about doing it." Maysilee said as she shot him a cold glare.
"We're here," Nadia said before Haymitch had the chance to respond.
They were really in the Capitol. Haymitch never thought he could enter the Capitol but this Quarter Quell was way beyond his expectations.
Haymitch stood up at the window. He saw the Capitol people and he stared at them with awe. Fancy dresses, colored hairs, and way too different lifestyles. These people welcomed them with pride.
Absentmindedly, Haymitch started waving his hand which brought them to utter state of bliss.
He glanced at Maysilee's direction and said, "Do it for the sponsors."
Maysilee brought herself up and stood beside him, waving at the people. He almost wanted to touch her hand and hold it but he didn't think it was a good idea. They had to stay and pretend as if nothing exists between the both of them.
"Look at them." Maysilee said in a whisper.
"I know." Haymitch said, nodding in agreement.
Back at District 12, Maysilee had found it real hard to say goodbye to her relatives, knowing that it may be their last farewell, and knowing that she will never let herself win the game because she had to make sure that Haymitch goes out of the game, alive.
But knowing Haymicth, she knew that he was not going to let her die either, and that would mean a great game of who-kills-himself-first between the both of them.
There might be no winner, after all.
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Terrible Things (THG fan fic)
FanfictionHaymitch, the drunk trainor of Katniss and Peeta, had his own story, too. This is his games. This is his story.
