I'm not sure but I think this story is developing with me. Is my writing getting better or is it just me? Anyways, here's the chapter

Effie's POV

After Haymitch left the whole house felt empty; I don't know why though. I just feel so alone and miserable for some reason. It's so confusing and difficult, I've never felt this way before. What's happening to me? Is this an effect of the Capitol's torture or the absinthe I drank yesterday.

Well, it's not healthy to dwell on these things; I should just shrug it off. I'm not the Capitol's servant anymore, so I should just forget about it. Maybe Haymitch was right about the alcohol; it does make you forget even just for a while.

I placed the covers that he used into the washing machine. His scent still lingers in the fabric; it makes me feel safe and right now I think that District 12 is really my home. It's funny how bed sheets can comfort me; it's just so absurd.

After placing the covers in the machine I walked towards the couch and turned the television on. I just need something to distract me; I desperately need to clear my mind from such unwanted thoughts. I watched the bright colors flash from the television but I wasn't really paying any attention to the show; I just thought of him.

But why him? Why can't I think of Katniss or Peeta or my other friends for that matter? Why does it have to be Haymitch Abernathy? What made him cross my mind? Is there something special about him? He's just another one of my friends correct?

I remember the first time that I saw him. I was a young girl; barely a woman. I saw him on the television screen, he looked so sharp, handsome and fearless. His eyes told of bravery and his well-chiseled body told of utter perfection. I still remember that young girl who would chant "Mrs. Effie Abernathy", the one who dreams about a happy future with District 12's sole living victor. It was all just a crush.

*flashback*

One could only imagine my disappointment when I actually met the man. It was my first year as District 12's escort. It was once my dream job; becoming an escort is a great honor bestowed upon a few. I got down the train and looked around the entire place; I knew that it would look depressing but I never thought that it would be this-this... sad.

2 men were there to welcome us- one was Mayor Undersee who was dressed well and was ready for the occasion, the other one was Haymitch who was drunk and well under-dressed. That was the time when dreams turned to nightmares, fantasy became reality, perfection was deformed and admiration turned to disgust.

Our encounter on the train was even more disappointing. He was in the bar car and the two tributes were asking me about survival advice, which sadly I couldn't give. I left the two to call for him.

"Mr. Abernathy, you ought to help the two tributes-" he cut me off.

"Now listen, here's how it works: I show up and you mind your own business." he said firmly.

"But what about the kids?"

"They die. I really can't do anything about it and besides isn't that what you Capitol freaks want?" his words pierced through me like a sword. Prior to becoming an escort I have always thought that these kids from the district were just as excited as we are but I was wrong-dead wrong.

The kids were terrified- the whole district was terrified. My perception on the games changed. It was no longer a form of enjoyment; it was a method of torture- the worst possible execution. I am just an escort; a follower of the Capitol and I must comply with their wants, else I die along with the tributes.

"They don't have to if you would mentor them!" I exclaimed. I was getting really impatient with him.

"It's not worth it sweetheart. They are going to die anyways..." there was sadness in his voice. I didn't argue any further.

Every year that was our arrangement. He shows up for the sake of showing up, I organize, assist and watch over the kids and lastly, the tributes die. That pattern was altered when Katniss and Peeta won. I hoped for a promotion at first; I just have to get away from 12's depressing situation. Funny how I've come to call this place home.

It's also funny how the man that I once adored became the drunk that I abhorred then became the friend that I cared for. Is it going to end there? Why do I want to be more than just friends?

I turned the television off, it's just a waste of electricity. There is nothing to help me distract myself. I must face my own thoughts and feelings now.

It's strange that I was saddened by his leave, it's strange on how I can care about him so much to go through all the trouble I did last night and it's strange on how I can't possibly imagine life without him.

He has the most beautiful eyes; one could get lost just by looking straight into them. There is just something more to him; he is a wonderful person despite everything. Why can't others see that? All they see is an anti-social lazy drunkard but I have scratched beneath that surface and found out that he is a wonderful, caring, brave man who mentored not only one but two victors, who helped liberate Panem from the government's oppresion, who saved and cared for me after my imprisonment.

I dare not deny it any longer; my strange feeling is not a remnant of the Capitol's betrayal nor was it an effect of the sip of absinthe that I took. These strange feeling is love; love for the man who rescued me from my prison cell, the same one that I cared for after he got drunk.

I am in love with one Haymitch Abernathy.

This chapter made me emotional... and not in a good way T_T. Anyways, please review. Reviews always help me improve my stories. Thank you for reading guys, I know I'm not the best writer but I do try.

Sorry for being such an emo today... I just feel so T_T, I don't know why though.