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Effie's POV

Weeks have passed and we both made it out like nothing has happened that night. I do not even know if he knows, maybe Peeta or Katniss told him but I am not positively sure but nevertheless I'm glad that the "thing" somehow managed not to destroy our friendship. It is better to be friends than have no relation at all, correct?

The Capitol is just a few hours away now. Katniss, Peeta and Haymitch will be gravely missed but I will come home on the weekends. My mother persuaded me to stay of course, but I couldn't live in the Capitol anymore; it's not my home.

I got up from my seat and strolled around the train; this was the very same one that took 12's tributes to slaughter, the very same one that got me to my new home after the rebellion and the same one that took us to the party where Haymitch gave me a kiss. In a way, this train was a part of me- this was where I experienced the good and the bad.

It pulled to a stop and I looked out of the window; the Capitol is fully restored to it's original grandeur but that doesn't matter for I know that beneath all that sparkle there is a dark past that's filled with death, betrayal and corruption. I hope that that will never happened again. No one deserves the kind of torture I and the other captives endured and no one deserves to die in a war.

I got out of the train and I headed straight to the University of Panem. Although my memories are quite foggy, I can recall taking the entrance exam in the said university; I can't quite remember some of the details though. I passed but I chose not to go there. Nevertheless, this is my school now.

Outside the university was well decorated. A gold and silver plated fence surrounded the campus, it's name up in the front was made out of gold-plated metal. The walls were made out of marble and the windows were made out of laminated glass. I walked inside and I searched for my room.

I took a seat in the second row of the classroom. There were just a few of us in the class; it's not really surprising. With the Capitol being restored and everyone trying to recover; education must be the last thing on their minds right now.

I looked around the classroom. We were all seated in individual desks; each having a built in computer inside of them; this would eliminate the need to take down notes by hand and we would all need to type out our notes and save them in individual disks. Directly in front of me a big LCD touch screen that was almost the same size of the wall was installed; this was always used for lectures and discussions.

After a few minutes our professor entered the room; he was a well-groomed man with brown eyes hidden beneath silver-rimmed glasses, black hair with silver highlights and he was wearing a black satin suit. He looked familiar but I couldn't really recall who he was or where we met. He walked towards the huge screen, looked at the class and I could have sworn he smiled at me when our eyes met.

Haymitch's POV

"Damn! It's my fault isn't it? Why she moved away..." I muttered as I took a swig of bacardi.

"Haymitch, you're jumping to conclusions. Maybe she just wanted a distraction." stated Peeta.

Yes, of course I know that she did it to distract herself but I also know that the purpose of that was to distract herself from me. What else could it be? I blew it! I'm nothing but a worthless drunk!

"Just leave me alone Peeta! Effie deserves to be with someone better than me!"

"You're just drunk. That's why you think like that. Clear your head." Peeta sighed and tried to get the bottle away from me; his efforts were in vain though for I tightened my grip on the bottle. It's my only comfort now that Effie's gone, how dare he tries to take it away from me. I am nothing without my alcohol.

"Effie's gone!" I exclaimed.

"Haymitch, you're exaggerating. She'll be back during the weekends." he stated matter-of-factly.

"Whatever..."

He sighed in annoyance and walked away. I followed him with his sight and noticed Katniss standing there. "He's just drunk. His head will probably clear out when he's sober..." I heard him whisper to her.

"What will Effie say when she hears about this?" She said in reply. I can detect the concern in her tone. Why is that? Does she feel pity towards me; knowing that Effie would most likely abhor me once she hears about my current condition? I don't need anyone's pity! How will her pity help me?

Several hours after they have left I found myself sitting in the same spot I did since this morning. Yes, Peeta was right. I'm just drunk; I'm just a worthless drunk. If it wasn't for me; maybe 12 will have more live tributes, maybe my brother would've had a chance to grow up, maybe my mother could've had the peace she always wanted, maybe my ex-girlfriend would've had the family she deserved, maybe thousands of lives would've been spared in the rebellion, maybe Effie wouldn't have been tortured so severely, maybe she would've been happier.

It's all my fault; if I hadn't won the games, if I didn't help with the rebellion none of this would've happened. I had never done anything right and now all my deeds have caused me my current suffering; the one that I have suffered from for more than twenty-six years. A drunkard; that's all Katniss, Peeta and Effie see in me, that's all I see in me.

A little short but I'm quite satisfied with this chapie. Anyways, please review when you have time :D