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I don't know if the story is going a bit fast, but it's fun to write, and I hope, fun to read.

Katniss

I looked at him, expecting an answer. Our eyes met and locked together. Instead of an reply, he walked up to me, untill we were close together. What on earth is he trying to do? I didn't look away for a long while. Then the smell of burned pancakes stung in the air. I turned around and put don the fire pitch. The pancakes were useless now.

When I turned around to face Haymitch again, he was even closer. I could feel his warm breath on my cheeks. Somehow, this didn't feel completely uncomfortable.

Katniss! What are you thinking! He is twice your age, idiot! The voice inside scolded me.

I didn't know what to do. Without thinking, I closed my eyes and stood up on my toes, and pecked him a kiss on the cheeks. It was the easy way out again. Just like I did all those times. With Peeta, even once with Gale. Now even with Haymitch. Then, I turned around to trow away the useles pancakes.

"Katniss?" His tone was soft, caring almost. Does he love me? Do you love him? No.

"What?" I said, it sounded quite indifferent, almost angry.

"Never mind. I'm going to the station to get some new drinks." I nod. Fine to me. I start working on the new pancakes. As soon as when Haymitch got out of the door, i remembered a scene that had occured a while ago.

I made my way to the meadow, crying once more. Crying over Prim, over Peeta, even Gale. I missed them. Peeta has changed behond repair, Gale? I don't know where he is now. Is he seeing a girl? I don't know. Tears flowed down, past my cheeks, it seemed to heve no end.

Could I ever be fixed? Or am I broken, to be never fixed, just like Peeta. He stayed in the Capitol after the war, unable to completely recover. I couldn't stop the flow of the tears, I couldn't stop shaking. "It's my fault, it's all my fault." At first I whispered it, but in the end I was shouting the words out.

Behind me, i heard the grass move in an unnatural way. Someone was aproaching me. Maybe Grasy-Sue. Then I felt an hand on my shoulder, too big to be Sue's. "Katniss, it's not your fault. It's not. Calm down." His voice was steady, so he must be sober.
"Haymitch?"

"Hm?"
"Why did you stay in district twelve?" I said, between my sobs.
"Because the capitol couldn't find a job for me there"
"So they found a job for you here?"I wondered out loud. It might just be true that he had to protect me.
"They asked me to keep an eye on you, yes, but it was my own choice, Sweetheart." He said. It is one of the first time that he talked to me in that way, not that stubborn and sarcastic as he usually is. We were complete opposites, but still we thought about the same things We had experienced the same, the same terrors, the same nightmares. They still come every night.

"And you don't mind keeping an eye on me?" I asked. I don't want to be seen as a burden. "Not at all. Who else would look after the mockingjay? Anyways, if you don't want my more-than-awesome company, just tell me." I didn't expect that. There is one thing Haymitch can't do. Lie.

That evening, I woke up once more. Screaming, crying. I was horrified. Alone. I missed the warm arms of Peeta around me. No. I missed a pair of warm arms around me. All that happened between me and Peeta was for show. For survival. But I got used to the warm, strong embrace when I was scared. Now, I just felt like a vurnerable 19-year old, all alone. I guess there is no one that really cares for me.
Or might there be just that one person?