You can't save me - A Hayffie fanfiction

Effie isn't really stupid. Haymitch isn't completely drunk. But they've both got one problem. The Capitol Games. And it's not going as planned!
(no major romance scenes, suitable for all ages)
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When I reach 25 likes I will write a squeal.


7. You can't save me

After our row Haymitch had stayed. He held me close, stroked my long blonde hair and told me how much he hates wigs, his warm breath on my neck, so close to me, just like before the meeting when I was doing his buttons. I asked him why he was so upset that day and he said it was because when he was sober I looked more beautiful. That he had wanted to tell me how he felt since after the Quarter Quell had ended. But he couldn't because he was always drunk when we saw each other and he said he wouldn't say it drunk. He said that he wanted me to do his buttons because he needed to know if I felt the same. Then he had chuckled to himself about the colour I went and I told him it wasn't funny, before laughing myself.

It hasn't resolved much but at least I can spend my last few months with the man I love. He respects me for who I am, not the stupid hyper lady with the crazy wigs.

Just before he left though, last night, I said one thing to him.

"You do know that you can't save me, don't you?"

A million emotions flashed across those blue eyes but the one that stood out most gave me the impression he wasn't finished rebelling yet.

"I'll try my best, sweetie, I really will."

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When I get 25 likes I will do a Sequel of Effie in the games from a dual perspective of Haymitch and Effie.

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