Summary: “If I ask you to name all the things you love, how long will it take for you to name yourself?” A story on finding hope, forgiveness and love in a world they never imagined they would survive. Post-MJ. Previously
A/N I know it is not the weekend but nonetheless, enjoy this weekday update (bc I am excited for you to read chap 9 next weekend!) :)
8. The Monster Wakes
Despite Peeta’s openly curious look, Haymitch dropped on the chair without a word.
“Well?” Peeta prompted when nothing was forthcoming.
“It went fine,” he muttered an answer which, to Effie, failed to shed light on the situation.
“You sure? Then where’s Katniss?”
“Gone. She needed to clear her head, get some air.”
“So it did not go as well as expected,” Effie lamented, peering at him.
“Were we expecting the meeting with her mother to even go well?” Haymitch snapped before he let out a breath when he saw the indignant look on Effie’s face. Effie did nothing wrong and she shouldn’t have to bear the brunt of it. “Sorry,” he muttered. “It went… It was…”