Part 1: terrible love
42k words. Haymitch, Finnick, Johanna POV.
"I'm worried about you," he says. He turns around, handing her the glass he poured for her, and then she turns around as well, unable to make eye contact with him. He reaches forward, his arm crossing her chest, willing her to stay close for now.
"I'm fine as ever," she says, irritation in her voice. She tries to swallow some of it down with the amber liquor, but it is bitterness on bitterness. No part of her is fine, she hasn't been fine since the reaping. She doesn't want to die, but she doesn't want to be alive like this either. She's caught in this endless purgatory, where the only solution feels like numbing herself constantly, or seeking small pleasures where she can find them.

Part 2: trouble will find me
35k words. Enobaria, Cashmere, Gloss POV.
"What about you?" she asks Cashmere.
"What about me?"
"Dating anyone? You practically live here now."
"Would you be jealous?" Cashmere says, turning her head to meet Enobaria's eyes. And it's the face on every ad, the face she sees when the Hunger Games cuts to commercials, the most famous, most beautiful Victor, right beside her, naked for her, appealing to her. She wonders if she would be jealous.
"I don't know, I might be," she admits.
Cashmere smiles. "Same. If you started dating Johanna, or Alva, I'd be so jealous I'd kill them in their sleep."

Part 3: demons
23k words. Annie POV.
"I'm sorry, Annie, I know you care a lot about your friends." Finnick shifts their positions so he's holding her more than she is holding him. "I hope that things are changing soon. I can't be sure, but… I think they might be." She wants him to stop talking. She doesn't want to hear him say anything about rebel plots or plans near her. She wants to insulate herself, to delude herself into thinking he has no involvement. And she wants to hear more. She wants names, times, dates, exact plans. She wants to tell her friends that it will be alright soon. She kisses him, settling down again. "I hope so."