Disclaimer: Don't own THG. obviously.
Alright, a new little story. Originally, I was going to post it all together, but it would have been a monster of a one-shot. And since I had already had the story divided in sections, I decided to split it up in chapters. Some are short (such as this one) and some are long. The whole thing is pretty much done though so I'll post everyday (to make up for the lack of length). Oh and the story pretty much disregards all of Mockingjay and about half of Catching Fire (no Quarter Quell basically).
Enjoy.
Really, he should have expected it.
It was just history repeating itself. His father had fallen for her mother, he had fallen for her, so why wouldn't his son fall for her daughter. It was almost funny that he had not realized it would happen sooner.
(But at the same time, not funny at all. Tragic honestly).
But what was even more ridiculous was that he actually, sort of hoped that his son would be the one to get the girl. The one who would break the cycle of heartache that seemed to be passed down from generation to generation just like the blonde hair and blue eyes. Deep (deep) down though he knew it would not happen. Falling in love with the girl was only part of the dreaded gene.
A broken heart made it complete.