Chapter 4: "You don't know how many times I've thought about asking you just... leave with me. But there are things you don't know." – Tom Quincy, Instant Star
Previously: "I wish I could believe that." He said as he got up and walked out of my house. I began to cry. Each step we take makes us take four more back and I hate it. And I hate being alone in this enormous house. It makes me feel even more alone than I already am. Just then I knew what to do. Or, better, I knew who would know what to do. Even though it was late, I decided to go see Haymitch.
"Well hey there sweetheart. Isn't it a little late for you? Where's lover boy?" He said, pouring himself a glass of some brown strange smelling liquid. Alcohol I could only guess. "You didn't come for a glass, did ya? I'm running out."
"No," I finally answered, "I didn't. Though I could probably use some."
"What seems to be the problem, sweetheart?" He was slurring his words. No telling how many drinks he's had tonight.
"Did you know he was still having flashbacks?" I asked.
"Oh, of course did you think they were just going to go away?"
"Well no..."
"He's trying to protect you, just like he always has."
"Why won't he let me take care of him for a change? Does he think I don't care about him as much as he cares about me?"
"The Games are over, sweetheart. His parents and brothers are dead. You are all he has left. He doesn't want to lose you." He said, tipping his glass over completely, trying to get the last few drops out.
Haymitch always did know just what to say. I gave him a hug and a kiss. "Haymitch, we have you too." I whispered. "Now let's tuck you into bed," I said, as I took him by the hand and began to walk this drunken, loveable man back to his room.
I walked home slowly, thinking about what my mentor and friend had just said. And there he was standing at my door.
"Does this mean you'll stay," I ask once I reach him. Even in the darkness his bright beautiful blue eyes shine.
"I can't leave you." He said honestly. "No matter how hard I try. I'm selfish."
"No, not you." I smile and take his hand and lead him to our room. The two of us change and we climb into bed exhausted. But not before he plants a kiss on my lips. I fall asleep dreaming if that kiss.
We wake up well rested. As he begins to leave for his shop I decide to go with him to help just in case he goes to his bad place.
It's a slow day in his shop. A few cakes and breads get sold and a few orders for paintings come in but not much more. So he decides to paint me.
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