The cold blustering air blew my hair into my face, briefly obscuring my vision pink. It was cold in District Twelve; much too cold for my liking. As I inhaled the sharp crisp air I tapped my heel-clad foot impatiently, waiting for my train to arrive.
"You sure you don't want to come into the shelter sweetheart? I'm surprised you haven't frozen your wig off yet." Remarked the snide voice of the one-and-only Haymitch Abernathy for about the fourth time since we had gone out to wait for my train. The train that would take me home, to the nice, warm capitol. Where I would have a nice warm loft and all the makeup my heart desires.
"Fine." I grumbled, trudging my feet through the inch-deep snow that was just beginning to collect on the cracked pavement. As I stepped into the small room I glanced around, only to be met with the reek of sweat and the warm, crackling sound of the small fire that was burning slowly in the corner of the building. I almost vomited then and there. I could barely handle fragrant odours at all anymore, much less the stench of twenty old men all packed like sardines into a small, cramped, sweaty room.
"Oh gosh I can't" I said, jerking away from Haymitch and stepping outside into the cold once again. It was all too overwhelming. I had a train coming in less than thirty minutues and the news of my life to break to the drunken, smelly man who was currently following me out onto the platform. I scowled as I looked down at my now ruined fluorescent yellow and purple suede pumps. Great, just another thing to add to my growing mood.
"What's up sweetheart? Why'd you dash out in such a hurry? Afraid all those men would dirty your clothes?" He added rudely before staring out at the drifting snowflakes. Although Haymitch makes rude remarks like that on a daily basis, something about this particular one tugged at me. It tugged at me to the point of something I willed myself never to do in front of anyone. It made me cry. "I-I uh," I stumbled messily as the huge, fat, wet teardrops began to tumble down my face. I looked everywhere but Haymitch as I tried my best to conceal the streaks of horror that ran down my face, ruining my makeup and reddening my eyes to a point where I looked like I was some type of vagabond. Then came the worst part. The large choking sob that came out of my throat causing the distant Haymitch to focus back on reality.
"Sweetheart? You okay there?" He asked, concern lacing his gruff voice.
"DO I FUCKING LOOK OKAY HATMITCH!?" I screamed at him, surprising the other man standing on the platform and even myself. The look on Haymitch's face would have almost made me laugh if I wasn't in my current situation.
"uh, Haymitch?" I asked in the loudest voice I could muster up, which was barely an octave above a whisper.
"Yeah sweetheart?" he replied coolly, stuffing his hands in his pocket and focusing his gaze on mine.
"remember that night? Right before katniss and Peeta went into the arena?" I asked, referencing to one of my more drunken sexual encounters.
"Of course I do, but how is this releva-"
"I'm pregnant." I spat it out just as my train rolled into the station, causing a whoosh of snow to blow up around us, and momentarily shielding Haymitch's face, disabling me to see his reaction.
"Stay." Was all I heard over the chatter of the workers all around me, scrambling into their trains, busy to et on with their days.
I don't particularly remember how the rest of the encounter went. But what I do remember was being engulfed into Haymitch's arms, the warm scent of laundry detergent surrounding me, as I sat there staring into those magnificent grey eyes, completely forgetting about the train that left without me.