A/N- Hello! This chapter is in Haymitch's point of view. I hope you enjoy! Don't forget to review!

My breathing becomes heavy. I haven't seen my girlfriend in a very long time. I feel as if I have been cheating on her in a way. I know I love Maysilee, but she's dead. I know I care for Vanessa, but it's different with Maysilee. I know I should end it with Vanessa, but I can't in fear of breaking her heart.

I'm so confused. I never told Maysilee about Vanessa. I never lied to her; she just never asked if I had a girlfriend.

My heart rate quickens as I reach the Seam. Her house is nearby. Maybe I should just go home. I could just go back. No one would know.

"Haymitch," calls a voice. I turn around and am faced with a girl with grey eyes and dark brown hair.

"Vanessa," I say with fake enthusiasm. I hope she can't tell.

"Haymitch," she repeats as she runs over to me. She throws her arms around me and I return the gesture. I feel something wet. It takes my brain some time before I realize she's crying.

"What's wrong," I ask with genuine concern. She buries her head in my neck.

"I missed you so much."

"I missed you, too," I lie.

"Why didn't you visit me?"

Oh, no. The dreaded question startles me. "I was busy. I'm sorry."

"I know, but you could have at least stopped by. You've been here for a week and you haven't visited me once," she states while keeping her head wedged in the crook of my neck.

"I'm sorry," I repeat.

"What were you doing all that time, anyway?" She's not letting me off the hook easily.

"Thinking," I reply honestly. That and talking to a ghost, but I leave that part out.

"I was worried about you," she whispers. I suddenly feel a wave of guilt rush over me.

"Don't worry about me."

"I won't." Her fingers snake around my neck and I can't help but compare her hold to Maysilee's. Maysilee's hands were cold, but hers are warm. Vanessa's grip is tight, but Maysilee's was loose. Vanessa is alive, but Maysilee is dead.

My eyes close at my thoughts. It hurts that Maysilee is dead. I can't get over the fact.

"Is everything okay," Vanessa asks. She removes her face from my neck and looks into my eyes.

"Yeah," I lie. She seems to believe me.

"Do you want to come over like old times?"

"Sure," I respond. It's the least I can do for her.

We saunter to her house hand-in-hand. I can't help but feel like I'm lying to her. I love Maysilee. I feel like I should tell her, but I don't want her to get hurt. What should I do?

We eventually make it to her tiny house. "No one is home," she says with a smile.

"Great."

"They should be back in a couple of hours." I begin to feel nervous. How can I get out of this?

"Really? Where did they go?"

"I don't know. The Hob, I think."

"Oh," I say as she opens the front door. She leads me into her home silently. We both take a seat on her couch.

"What do you want to do," she asks me. I shrug my shoulders. "I have an idea." She leans in and kisses me. It just feels…wrong. I pull away quickly. I can't do this. I just can't.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't do this. I'm sorry," I say as I stand. She refuses to let go of my hand.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"I just can't do this."

"Are you with someone else?" I don't answer. She takes this as a yes and lets go of my hand immediately. "Who is she," she asks sadly. I don't answer. "Who is she," she screams.

"I'm not seeing anyone," I say. She doesn't seem convinced. "I'm not," I say, frustrated.

"I want to believe you, but it does explain why you didn't visit me. You've been acting weird lately, Haymitch. What's going on?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"Understand what," she screams.

"It's complicated."

"No it's not! Just tell me!"

"I can't," I say, my voice rising.

"Get out," she hisses. I follow her order and leave. "I thought you were better than this! I trusted you," she screams as I mosey out the door.

"I didn't do anything," I yell back. I stroll back to her and hold her hand. "Please, believe me."

"Why won't you tell me," she sobs.

"Please, just trust me." It's so hard to see her like this. I want to tell her about Maysilee, but she'll think I was crazy. What if someone tries to get rid of Maysilee? I can't let that happen. I lost her once, and I'm not losing her again.

"If you're cheating on me, tell me now. I promise I won't be mad."

"I'm not. Why won't you believe me?"

She begins to rub her temples. "Does this have to do something to do with Maysilee?"

"What? Why would you think that?" How did she find out?

"Come on, Haymitch. It was obvious you had a thing for her. I guess I just didn't want to believe it."

"Vanessa," I say. I put my hand on her cheek. "It's not like that. I've just been through a lot. I just need some time."

"Okay," she sighs. "Take all the time you need," she says as she strides straight out the door.

The guilt returns. She tried to be understanding and patient. I wouldn't even tell her what was wrong. She probably thinks I am cheating on her.

I sigh and amble out of her house as well. Why does it have to be like this? What should I tell Vanessa?

My mind hurts and I decide to just go home. Maysilee will be waiting for me. The idea brings a smile to my face. She'll make me feel better. She's good at doing that. Well, the old Maysilee was.

I arrive at my house and stroll right through my front door. I see Maysilee sitting in the middle of the living room with her back towards me. "Hello," I greet.

"Where have you been," she hisses. She turns to face me with black eyes. Oh, no.

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