Two victors from district 12 hopelessly fall in love in a game of life and death. Also known as the Hunger games. Will the two become a Romeo and Juliet or seek a new ending?
TW: Upsetting scenes, injury detail, family issues, alcohol issues, mental...
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TW: Sexual references, swearing
Esme's POV
We all walk back to our apartment and share champagne together. After a while of celebration, I go to my room to get dressed out of my dress. I change into comfier clothes and take my hair out. Without me knowing, haymitch turns me around and kisses me. I kiss back and giggle.
"Thought all of this is meant to be an act?" - Esme
"Yeah well, your going to the capitol's future darling. And it's always been my life long dream to fuck the capitol's darling." - Haymitch
He moves his hands from my waist and grabs the back of my thighs and throws me on the bed. He hovers over me as my cheeks flush red. We gaze into each other's eyes filled with lust til I move away from him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you didn't like me like t-" - Haymitch
"Haymitch. I do like you like that. I just want to focus on the games and surviving. Well, if I even do live." - Esme
"I understand. I do too, I just want to try take your mind off things for a while." - Haymitch
He goes to leave my room before I interject his exit.
"Mitch, can you stay here tonight again, please?" - Esme
He closes the door slowly and removes his shirt as he climbs into bed. I turn to face the window as he snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me close into his chest.
Haymitch's POV
I pulled her closer to my body to keep her safe. I smelt her hair, it smelt of lavender and crisp snow. Her soft breaths were like a pin dropping. Esme is really something else. I've been observing her since her sister got her leg caught in that bear trap. She was really beautiful, but I couldn't talk to her. She would never like someone like me. But never the less, her she is in my arms, safe and relaxed.
My parents never cared for me, nor me. When my sister came along, my parents made sure to keep her away from me but, I still cared for her. I learnt to care for me and no one else. But when I saw how she cared so much for her sister, I knew she was the one. She didn't know me, but there was something that drew me into her.
This isn't a sexual desire, it was a mixture of sexual and caring. I never got taught what love was, my parents never had it. But i think this is what it feels like. I will do anything in my power for her to live, to see Abigail and Daniel again.
