A spinoff from Of Things Unsaid as requested by Woodspurge. Enjoy~
It has been a while~ Time to get all my stories back on track.
Do give me suggestions (if you have any), because I am slowly running out of inspiration.
Please review! 3 Massive thank you to Blackcat46 who has been ever so encouraging. Your reviews are what motivates me to write. ^^
Haymitch was right. He was right about many things.
He was right.
Effie Trinket was more than an escort to him. She was more than a pretty face and hot body. She meant something to him even if he doesn't admit it out loud. Deep down, she meant something. She made him live a little more, smile a little more and feel a little more.
He was right.
Effie Trinket was annoying. She knew he liked her scent so she tries to keep away from perfume when she wasn't attending parties. She fitted him perfectly. She wanted him to be happy. She was captured. She was dead.
She wasn't remembered by many.
In the end, he was right.
Effie Trinket wasn't alive. She was killed the day before the rescue.
Effie Trinket was strong. She tried to stay alive. She did. But she wasn't strong enough.
As much as he was right, he was also wrong.
He was wrong.
He thought she would be safer in the Capitol. He was wrong. She was safer with him but he left her alone. She was captured, tortured and left to die alone.
He thought if he didn't tell her anything she wouldn't know. He was wrong. She was anything but dumb. She picked things up while working with him. She knew what was happening in the districts, she knew he was planning something big. She knew but she kept quiet because it would be safer for everyone.
He was wrong.
They didn't make a spectacle of her death.
Effie Trinket died alone in a corner of her cell three weeks after her capture. There was no spectacle, no broadcast, no announcement. Her body was burnt in midst of everyone else they killed.
He thought if he lied to himself long enough, it would become the truth. That if he drank enough maybe he would find her again. That if he drank enough he could keep her forever. That if he drank enough then maybe they could be together.
To himself, he was wrong. He was wrong to let her in. Because all that little more memories, smiles and feelings she had given him, made everything hurt just so much more than he remembered.
In the end, he was wrong. Of all things, he was wrong. They did deserve each other. Even though in another time, they may have survived. This time they didn't. That was all that mattered.