Sometimes he would dream of her face.
Sometimes it was the escort.
Crazy blue wig that looked like plastic. Ridiculous dress that looked too uncomfortable. Heels that looked like they could kill. Nails so long and colourful they looked poisonous.
Sometimes it was her.
Her eyes so blue. Her hair so soft. Her lips so gentle.
Her nose that once breathed. Her hands that once touched.
Her heart that once beat.
He missed her. More than he wants to admit.
It has been a few months since the end of the war. Katniss and him kept to their own houses most of the time. Sometimes she would come in to check on him and bring him food. She tried to find him something to do but there was no avail.
He tried reading. But it reminded him of her so he stopped.
Most days he would sleep and lie in. Some days he would head out to the meadow and spend the whole day staring at the sky. It was soothing. Sometimes he forget.
He lost it the day Peeta came back. Peeta brought back a piece of her. A piece of Effie.
Peeta said Annie found it in Finnick's drawer and figured he would want it back.
He didn't want it back. He didn't want it.
But he took it anyway.
He brought it to the meadow that day. Buried it under the tree where he kept his mother's possessions too.
It hurt. But Haymitch was never one to cry.
He started drinking again that day.