Warning: These one-shots feature heavy subjects, including alcoholism, drug abuse, suicide and torture... so far. Now adding: depression, cheating, heartbreak, underage, implied prostitution, suicidal thoughts, someone having acid thrown on them, smut, implied rape/non-con. I'll add more as the story wears on, just in case.

Disclaimer: Credit goes to HannahSongla for the story idea. Please go check out her Hayniss story similar to this - Sweetheart. Credit goes to Suzanne Collins for the verse and the characters. I don't really own anything but the text of these one-shots. And no, that doesn't mean the song lyrics or the playlist. Enjoy c:

Song: Apologize by One Republic

Apologize

I'd take another chance
Take a fall, take a shot for you
And I need you like a heart needs a beat
But it's nothing new

Everyone said that it would come down to this. The two of them had been playing on opposite sides for way too long, with Haymitch riding the coattails of President Snow - anything to keep her safe, he'd decided that a long time ago - and Katniss had been fighting with the rebels - she never wanted to hurt him, she just wanted freedom, goddamnit - everyone could have guessed that the lovers would eventually cross paths and be forced to fight against each other. President Snow wouldn't have it any other way.

And here they were, standing on opposite sides of the field, weapon in hand with the armies of the respective sides waiting for the first bullet to be shot. The first bullet to be defined by the Phoenix or the Mockingjay. The first bullet to be defined by the symbols of war.

The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, because damnit, he loved that girl. And the last thing she wanted to do was hurt him, she'd do anything to save them both. To get them both out of this mess. But they were at a crossroads - if President Snow didn't see one of them die before the war - preferably her - then he would certainly make sure they both died. Not to mention, everyone was expecting for them to put aside their undying love for each other and fight to the bloody tooth and nail.

They tentatively take steps towards each other, longing only to touch one final time before the inevitable end. It takes a bit to cross over the rubble and the shards of glass, but eventually Katniss and Haymitch are face to face, eyes locked on each other. It feels like forever for Katniss, staring at the universe in his eyes. But it's still not enough time. It'll never be enough time for them.

"Haymitch, please," Katniss whispers, reaching up to touch his face. It's completely smooth, none of the trademark stubble. It feels too fake, too unlike him. "Don't do this. Fight with us, please. I need you."

"It's too late," Haymitch replies, taking her hand in his. He brings it to his lips, and Katniss notices they're cold. Deathly cold. "Katniss, we've both made our decisions. We both decided what side to fight on during this war. I know what I have to do. And you know what you have to do. We have to follow orders."

"Katniss, get out of there," the steel voice of Peeta Mellark says into her ear. The war ridden boy finally has emotion in his voice - worry. "He's brainwashed. He could try anything. Get out of here, please."

"Don't do this," Katniss whispers, ignoring the voice in her ear. Haymitch brings his hand to the back of her neck, resting her forehead against his. "I love you. Don't do this. Not to me. Not to the war. Not to anyone."

"I'm sorry," Haymitch says. His lips press against hers before he brandishes a serrated steel knife. Katniss stumbles back, but his grip on the back of her head tightens, holding her in place. Hard determination - or are those tears? - in his eyes, Haymitch tightens his grip on the knife. The way they're positioned, Peeta nor any of the rebels must not see the knife, because Katniss hears nothing in her ear.

And that's when she realizes. He's not going to kill her - if he were, she'd be dead by now. He's going to kill himself. Before she could stop him, Haymitch drives the blade into his stomach. His grip on the back of her neck loosens and then he lets go completely, falling to the ground. Around them, fire erupts. Everything seems to become engulfed in flames and melt away except for Katniss and Haymitch, one of which who is dying.

Katniss tries to kneel next to him to save him, but the blood is pouring from... everywhere, it seems. She can't stop it with her hands, no matter how hard she tries. She becomes coated in the blood of her lover as she helplessly watches his demise.

Katniss snaps up in bed, her throat raw and red. Beside her, someone rustles the sheets. When she looks over, Haymitch is staring at her with a raised eyebrow, his finger pressed against his lips. Confusion grips Katniss as he stands and moves towards the hallway. Keeping quiet like he said, Katniss tiptoes out of the bedroom. When Katniss looks back, she notices the still sleeping figure of their daughter, Hope. Hope, who is very much existent and alive.

"I'm okay. You're alive," she whispers as soon as the door is closed behind him. Haymitch nods, pulling her into his chest.

"Yeah, sweetheart. You were having a nightmare, almost woke the kid. Call me insensitive, but I'm not sitting up with her to put her back to sleep," he jokes lightly, before turning serious and holding her at arms length. "You're alright, sweetheart. Everything is okay."

"You were dead. In the dream you... you killed yourself." Haymitch smirks tenderly and kisses the top of her head.

"A bit melodramatic for me, don't you think? I'm okay. I'm here and alive and okay. And it's going to be like that for a long while, sweetheart."

I'm holding on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I'm hearing what you say
But I just can't make a sound