Okay, I reread the first chapter and I was like "ZOMG! That's not my best work (I have extremely high standards) -_-. That doesn't look like something my 16 year old self would write." Then I realized that the main character was 12 and didn't have the same thoughts as a 16 year old -_- Anyways, I won't be making any futile attempts to write in Effie or Haymitch's POV in this story... for now.

Before and during I wrote these chapters I listened to a few parents-child songs and sad instrumentals and let's just say that I got really emotional.

Anyways, here's the second chapter in no one's POV

She looked out of the window and into the horizon, she saw some children playing in the distance. Is her little girl out there too? A tear escaped from her eye; she couldn't help but think of the young little girl she held in her arms 12 years ago. She could never forget her soft delicate skin and how smooth and soft it was against her touch nor could she forget about the gray orbs that held so much love and happiness. She also remembered her cries; oh how annoying it was but now it would be remembered as music in her memory. She could never forget her little girl.

She wonders what has become of her now; Did she find another family; one that would care for her and love her as if she's their own? Is she being cared for? Who reads her stories and who tucks her in at night? It is also a possibility that she is in an orphanage somewhere; being cared for yet filled with angry and bitter thoughts of how her parents has left her in such a cold and dreaded place. Maybe she's not even out there but somewhere else; a paradise where the fallen would be welcomed into His arms.

No, she shouldn't think like this. Her little girl is out there with a new family maybe. She couldn't help but feel jealous of the couple that is receiving all of her daughter's love. How lucky they are to be able to hold her own in their arms. How she longed to be in their place right now. She hopes that they will care for her and make her happy; it hurts to think of her little girl calling someone else "mom" but it's the best outcome for her daughter that she can think of.

He walked towards her and wrapped his arms lovingly around her in an attempt to comfort her. She leaned into his chest; seeking his warmth. He could sense her sadness, he could feel it radiating through her touch. She misses their little girl; he misses her too but he knows better than to show any signs of it. She needs him to be strong; she needs him to comfort her.

"Today is her first reaping..." She says with a hint of sadness in her tone. He held her hand with his own and wiped away her tears with the other.

"I know..." he whispered into her ear.

"W-what if- What if- s-she gets reaped!" She turned around to face him. She looked at him in the eyes. There was sadness in them too and the tears were welling up; daring to trail down his cheeks. She tightened her grip onto his arms and buried her face into his chest. She sobbed and cried; soaking his garment in her warm, salty tears. He drew circles on her back comfortingly but he doubts that they had any actual effect on her.

"It's unlikely Effie..." he reassures her.

"B-but t-there's still a chance Haymitch. Wh-What i-if if-" She said in between sobs. He held her tightly and he wiped away a few more tears with his sleeve.

"Shhh..." he hushed her. He traced her jawline with his index finger then he tilted her head upwards to meet his gaze. Her eyes were shiny and bloodshot; he couldn't help but think about the nights in which she cried herself to sleep. Did she cry just as much as he did?

For a long while they didn't move; they just looked into each others eyes, seeking comfort from each other's gaze. A void was formed in their chests the moment that their little girl was taken away from them. They doubt it will ever be filled; they doubt they will be truly happy again but there will always be an ounce of hope in their hearts that made them dream that one day they might see their daughter again.

Sometimes they would think it is a punishment for they have sent and will send young innocent children to their deaths. How their parent's hearts must have been crushed the moment they heard their child's name called at the reapings. They know the pain; to have your child taken away and to be unsure of their fate. That feeling of grief is unbearable. It eats through your heart and consumes your very soul.

"W-why d-does Snow have to take her away?" She asks. Although they both knew the answer to that. Reputation- Snow couldn't risk the scandal between District 12's escort and mentor get out so he took the baby away. For years they tried to locate her but all of their attempts were in vain.

"The reapings is a few hours away... You better get ready." he said as he lowers hid head and kisses her gently on the forehead. They gave each other another comforting look before loosening their embrace.

"Okay, don't be late..." she replied.

"Don't worry sweetheart. I won't" he reassures her as he wipes the last few remaining tears.

She walked towards the door and gave him one last look before closing the door shut. He then found himself alone as he'll ever be. He never shows it to her but inside he's dying as well.

After the quarter quell, after they killed off his family he thought that they can't hurt him anymore and that he can't be tortured any further. He was wrong; he was dead wrong because he found himself mourning over the loss of another loved one. They took away his last ounce of hope; the life he had helped create.

He found himself fumbling through his liquor, looking for the strongest one. He managed to grab hold of the needed bottle and he took a swig. He was used to the burning in his throat and he was used to it's bittersweet taste but he can never get use to the hollow feeling he has prior to getting drunk.

He wanted to get lost in his alcohol; to erase Effie's tears out of his mind, to tone down his anger towards Snow, to forget his own games and it's consequences, to forget the tributes he sent to their deaths and to forget that he lost he person he cared for the most.

His liquor is his sanctuary; it would erase all the pain, it would scare away all of the darkness. It assured him of safety and it gave him a false sense of comfort.

But liquor can never make you forget completely...

Okay, I hope I did justice with this chapter. I had a harder time with this one compared to the first one despite this one being notably shorter with minimum dialogue.

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