Hunger Games
Dreams and Things
BeautifulAlice
Summary: Haymitch still believes that he was right in always doing what he could for his best student, Katniss. Of course, he'll likely never tell her that. Not that she'd believe him anyway.
Haymitch still believes that he was right in always doing what he could for his best student, Katniss. Of course, he'll likely never tell her that. Not that she'd believe him anyway.
He still loved whenever she actually hugged him. She was like the daughter that he never had. She was one of the few bright things in his horrible life that he looked forward to seeing whenever she was near. Even if she was in tears.
Sometimes, he wondered what it would be like if she was actually his daughter. If they had a lot more family connection. If things had just been a little bit different...
But then something usually happens to push those thoughts to the side.
Like, say, a glass of whiskey.
Or a shot of the best alcohol he could find.
Such things in life would never happen. He'd never have a family, because having one was dangerous.
But, despite that little factoid in his life, he couldn't help the dreams he'd had at night.
Dreams in which Katniss was his daughter, and Peeta would marry her, and everyone would live in a place where there were no hunger games...
And then he'd wake up and it would all have just been a dream that he'd push off to the side, being reminded only when Katniss was around.
Because sometimes, dreams were meant to be secrets that no one could know.
Not even the ones that he loved the most.
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