Hello Everyone! Wow it been a long time since I'm updating this story. What can I say? Other things in life become more important and demand to get done first. However that doesn't mean I couldn't find time to update or say hi to my fellow readers. So for that I ask forgiveness. Now here is Chapter six, and I won't promise to update everyday or anything. What I do promise is to try and keep this story updated.

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Augusta

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Effie's POV

Tears filled my eyes as I watched Katniss sing to Rue. Miss Everdeen thought she was hard and cold, but she had one of the softest hearts I have ever seen. I would not pretend to know how to win these games, but I've been watching for a long time and I knew Rue would not make it very long. I bit my unpainted lips hard wondering how Katniss would react to see an alley, a friend die in her arms.

Haymitch did not handle it well and still had nightmares, how would this affect Katniss? I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard a roar come from the upstairs rooms. I looked down because I knew it was Haymitch waking up from a horrible nightmare. It's been going on for a week now, which I found strange. Haymitch hasn't done this is we started whatever we had. The last time I heard him wake up with like this was, the night before he kissed me.

I would not go to him no matter how I was itching to do so. How much I wanted to hold him in my arms. No matter how much my heart broke because I couldn't have him. I just grab my cushion closer to me and kept my eyes train on Katniss and Rue.

I must haven fallen asleep on the couch because I was awoken by someone shaking me. My eyes flutter open to see a maid standing over me and smiling. I pushed myself upward and whispered.

"Good morning,"

"Good morning, Miss Trinket…a deliver of flowers has just arrived for you."

I looked at her and nodded as she rushed off back to the kitchen. I stood up and stretched lightly before heading toward the front foyer, where indeed on the table was a large bouquet of white, red, and pink flowers. A smile spread on my face as I rushed toward them, my fingers lifted to touch the soft petal and inhale they're wonderful aroma. Who sent me flowers? Was it Haymitch? My heart was beating wildly in my chest as I search for a card. Soon I found it and open it,

"Good morning my darling Effie.

I was walking past the flower shop and saw these. I instantly thought of you, enjoy them. Remember, I hope we can see each other soon.

Mars."

My heart drop to my stomach as I read and reread the card. Oh! How I wish that these where from Haymitch but I should have know better. I pluck a white rose out and held it to my nose and closed my eyes. How could I tell this wonderful man that I wasn't interested. I breathe out just as Haymitch's strong husky voice filled my ears. I turn my green eyes toward him. His mouth was in a straight frown and his dark grey were dark and cold. I held the rose closer to my chest as I turn my back to him and headed for the table to get my coffee. Haymitch bark out at me again.

"Who sent you flowers?"

I turn around and stared at him for a moment. I've been good actress all week,. So I breathe out all airy and dreamy.

"That does not concern you sir. I receive flowers all the time"

"Excuse me?"

"Did you not hear me, must I speak louder?"

He didn't answer me just stared at me hard. I placed a knowing dazzling smile on my face and bit my lip. Then very gracefully I did a twirl and headed back toward the table. I had barely sat down and grab my cup when I felt Haymitch stand behind me. My body flew with goose bumps and the energy between us was electrifying. I didn't turn around I simply reached for the kettle and began to pour my coffee when I felt Haymitch hands fall on the back of my chair and lean forward until his mouth was at my ears. I kept my composure and put down the kettle and reached for the sugar, expecting him to kiss me but instead he said.

"Are they from that boy that you were kissing the other night?"

"Once again whatever I receive is none concern to you."

"The hell it isn't, everything concerning you is my concern."

"Why ? If I don't matter to you Mr. Abernathy."

"Damn it Effie want do you want from me."

I drop my façade and pushed my seat from the table making him stumble backwards. I shot up and turn to meet his burning glaze and hissed.

"All I ask from you, all I want from you is the truth…and you can't even give it to me."

"You know damn well why I can't."

"What does your past have to do with me. With what I feel for you."

"Because…" He swallow and looked at the ground and breathed out "Because I'm to broken to love."

I blink at him in confusion as he stared back and grab my shoulders. His grey eyes try to rely a message to me but I couldn't understand what it was as he continue.

"I'm sorry that I can't love you the way you deserve…I just need you. I don't want anyone to see you the way I…" He shook his head as if he was disappointed in himself and said, "I'm selfish enough to know that I just want you to myself."

I took a deep breathe and rose my hands to his face letting my fingers dance across his rough cheek. He looked at me, his eyes filled sorrow that may my heart ach for him. I knew that I couldn't act anymore. I couldn't pretend not to want him so I nodded my head at him and whispered.

"I have to learn to turn that I love you in a don't. "

He smiled at me before whispering.

"So you tell that one " he motion his head to the flowers " to not expect a date."

"Yes, I'll tell Mars that I'm not interested and I'm sorry."

"Good."

His hands let go of my shoulders and he grab a piece of toast of the table and headed toward the den to watch the games. I stared after him and let out a breath, before turning around to grab my cup when Haymitch said.

"Effie."

I turned around and glance in his direction, he had a playful smirk on his face and said,

"Don't love you."

I smiled despite myself and said.

"Don't love you either."

He turn back around and flop onto the couch. I watched him with a rose eyebrow and trying to tell my heart not to jump at our exchange but some reason it felt realer than it should. And I didn't know if I should be happy or mad, all I knew was that I was content because he was here and I could hold him again.