Dear Haymitch,
Well, it had been a blast hasn't it? I can't believe you got out of this one! Looks like I'm going into the Games again, that was something I never thought this old bloke would have to do.
Since I'm not going to get to see you again, I thought I'd write a letter. I hate goodbyes so I thought I'd keep it short.
Right, we had had fun didn't we? I'm so glad I found someone to get drunk of my face with after years of doing it alone. I'm not drunk right now I'm sad to say. I'd certainly like to be!
Lets get down to the sappy stuff that we both hate. You have never been there to help me, you have always been there to be sad with. You understand my pain and know it won't go away, no matter how much we drink. Better to be drunk and forget, then sober and remember.
You're a great mentor and you can't blame yourself for the kids that die. You saved two of them, something no mentor has been able to do. I worked that our years ago, I just can't believe it. Let's face it; the odds aren't in your favour. Neither are they in mine.
I'm glad you aren't going back into the arena with me. I couldn't stand not being able to think that you were on the outside looking out for me. Save one of your kids, the lovers. Let them have a chance of life rather than the rest of us who already regret ours. I know you'll think of something, you were always the brains and I was always the pretty face.
I know you don't have anyone left you love but if you get sad, remember this, you have people who love you, you just can't see them right now. I know you can't sleep in the dark, but the starts shine brighter in the darkest nights.
Okay, that's all the sappy crap out the way. I'll miss my drinking buddy in the arena. Have a drink on me! And hope that the arena filled with alcohol!
Cheers, Chaff