Absolutely Final Goodbye (#Wattys2016) (Fanfiction)

Seven

Nothing feels right about these stupid bunkers I've been enclosed to for the past few weeks. I hate the stuffiness and I hate the people. I've closed myself up in my room and kept myself busy with sewing and junk like that. District 13 has definitely changed me: I went from a bubbly capitol doll to a depressed rebel dull. What a pun. Anywho, nothing's the same here. Yes, I despise the Capitol and all of its evilness, but I came from that jail cell so what can I do to convince people I hate it as much as they do?

Haymitch is the only one that understands me. He's always put on this act of annoyance but I know deep down that he actually cares about human beings.

I walk across the hall to his bunker and knock on the door. He opens the door. "Hey." I say and he backs up so I have room to enter the room. It's not what I would have expected of Mitch's room. I thought it would be messy with the smell of liquor because even if he wasn't drinking it, or in this case they didn't allow it, he would still manage to smell like that putrid liquid. His room is neat and orderly though, everything on his desk is filed or put into piles. Clean. Fresh. Amazing. I would have never thought the ex mentor could pull off such an accomplishment.

I turn to face Haymitch. "So. I was here to check up on you." I say, now noticing how stupid that sounds. "Oh." He replies. "I'm fine. And you?" I'm taken aback: "well look at that! The Haymitch Abernathy can be considerate for a change!" He gives me a long glare and walks toward his desk where all of the papers lay.

He doesn't make a move for the papers though. He reaches down and opens a drawer with nothing in it but a dark blue box. I'm perplexed! What could be in that intimidating box? He walks over to me and hands me it. "I wanted to give this to you." While I open it he finishes: "It was meant to be given to you before the war, but I wanted it to be memorable." I look inside the box and find a small necklace that has five hearts aligned. In every heart it contains a letter. It spells love. And in the middle (third) heart, it contains rhinestones. "Oh Haymitch, it's beautiful." I would have been way more excited if it hadn't been for the whole war thing going on, but I am a new effie, and I don't get excited: I get genuinely touched. To the point where I might cry. He grabs the necklace and places it around my neck, fastening it tight. I stare at Haymitch because this was truly amazing. I take a step closer and lean into his warm body. He wraps his arms around me in a loving embrace, and before we know it, we are both hugging each other. I look up and plant a kiss on his lips and smile as I tilt my head down. This is the first time since the rebellion where I wasn't worried about what might happen, or what monstrosity might happen next, because I'm in Haymitch's arms. A position I have always wanted to be in for as long as I can remember.