When he first met her, he had presumed that she was part of one of the poorer districts; she didn't show any of the aristocrat features and she wore modest outfits, some seemed to be sizes too big.

It wasn't until they were shown off to the capital did he believe that the beautiful young woman was actually part of district one. She didn't seem to like the male contestant from her district as she kept leaning away from him even though they were supposed to try to make the crowds love them by doing strange things.

When he saw her eyes, his breath caught in his throat and it suddenly became difficult to breathe. They couldn't be described as jades or emeralds, they were close to the latter however they had more of a darker gleam to them.

To him, there was no other that could compare and they had promptly become his favorite color.
He saw her in training the next day, she was already bruised and her eyes were darkened with the lack of sleep. The male competitor for her district had a maniacal gleam in his eyes and his fist had bandages around them, probably hiding his cracked knuckles.
That was the first day he talked to her.

"Miss? Maybe you should take a seat." He wanted to sound polite, gentle, as to not scare her.

She shook her head refusing as she continuously punched the bag in front of her, she was sweating and breathing heavily proving to him that she had been there for a while attack the punching bag.

"I'm Haymitch Abernathy, by the way."

She stopped attacking the bag to look at him, her eyes softened at the sight of him as she sighed, "I'm Hope, Hope Potter."

Interview time came up and Haymitch was excited to hear about Hope and her home life, he wanted to learn more about her, even if this was the only way to do it.

She never spoke about herself, she appealed to the crowd by complimenting them and their city but she never once answered questions directed to her; instead, she manipulated the conversation, making her look appealing as she complimented the crowd.
He wasn't sure but he felt as though he was the only one that could see the disgust in her eyes.

The games came and they became allies, protecting each other; looking after the others back.
Until it was the two of them left.

Haymitch told her then, how he had fallen in love with her, how he didn't want to kill her.

Until she confessed to him.

"The boy that came with me was my cousin, his family isn't nice. If I go home alive, I will be killed by them." She had said, tears in her eyes. She wanted to give up her life for him, a boy from district twelve.

That was the last night they had spent together, he had made love to her. He could still remember every moan, gasp, and yelp that came out of her mouth as he brought her closer to the peak.

He took her slow at first until she started to beg him, wanting him to move faster, wanting him to move harder. They didn't have any condoms, so he had just let go, his cum flowing through her insides as she clenched around him, she came with a silent scream.

The next morning he kissed her deeply, whispering "I love you," before killing her.

She had died quickly, he had made sure of that.

His only regret is not having the strength to save her, his beautiful hope.

His Hope Potter.