I want us.
His arms were around her waist and her head was laying on his shoulder. They moved slowly to the soft melody of an ancient waltz. Anyone who saw could have told how perfect their harmony was. But no one could see them or witness their intimate moment. They danced in the dark of the night in their backyard, with only stars shining brightly above them. Like millions of diamonds in the endless, black velvet of the sky. Effie gently caressed Haymitch's nape.
"You want the same don't you?" He whispered. Effie knew what he meant. She had noticed that Haymitch watching her through Katniss and Peeta's wedding. She knew the look on his face because she had seen that spark in his eyes once, many years ago in District Thirteen. She rose her head to look in his eyes. She knew he was ready to hear the word 'yes' but she also knew he didn't want to. He would if Effie had wanted it but would it be honest? Would it be a real marriage? Did they need one?
She shook her head.
"No." She whispered.
"No, I don't. There are many things I can live without. I can live without you telling me you love me, a ring or a wedding. But I can't live without you."
"Really?" He pushed her away gently to reach under her chin and tilted her head. She looked in his eyes and nodded.
"Yes. We are already married, with or without paper. And that's enough. I want us - all I need is us, not more, not less."