Clove's Death (Cato's POV)

I'm probably never going to write full lenth stories anymore.. Because I'm just not a good writer. c: I used to think I was omfg hah. But I will be randomly writing.. at most a couple of chapters long though.

And for this, I'm starting near the end.. It'll probably be so short and disorganized, and I apologize. Part of me wants this just to be a summary but I also want it to be long so it's just a huge mess. Enjoy!

- May

Chapter 1

One.

Clove has been avoiding me like I am the plague. I don’t know what to feel. Is jealousy getting to the best of her? And if it is, why? Glimmer had died weeks ago, and I’d never felt anything for her. All I know is that I need Clove in order to survive. Why is she ignoring me like this?

The announcement that two people from the same District could win the Games doesn't seem to affect her either. Our relationship is still tense. When she speaks, her voice is like ice. She probably doesn't mean it, but I still wonder what causes her to become so cold.

My heart suffers because of it. I try to talk to her, but I keep in mind that my pride still exists. I will talk when she will, and I’ll make sure not to be tempted.

However, Clove finally decides to speak to me a full day after my promise. I can tell because of her surprisingly calm tone. “Cato,” she sympathizes, as if her period of giving me the cold shoulder did not exist. “I’m sorry.” I wait for her to continue, but that’s all she says.

I’m conflicted on whether or not to treat her like she did to me, or forgive her for the sake of our district partnership. Instead, I kiss her mercilessly, taken aback by my own passionate actions. What was I thinking?

I look away the second we pull apart, instantly regretting everything in seconds. I had no reason to kiss her, and Clove was probably not expecting it.

We don’t speak for the rest of the night, which tears me apart slowly. What could she be thinking? Had I made the wrong decision? After the longest time of Clove avoiding me, she had finally made an effort to apologize, and I blew it.

I know that the longer I’m not aware of how she feels, the more stress I will be putting on myself, so I absentmindedly blurt out my feelings to Clove the next morning, though truthfully. “I love you, Clove. It killed me when you weren’t speaking to me, and when you came back, I totally ruined it. I shouldn’t have kissed you like that, I’m sorry.” Regardless of whether or not it’s the right thing to do, I feel as though a weight is being taken off my shoulders because she now knows. “I love you, okay? Nothing and no one can change that. Honestly, I’ve felt something for you for a while now, but I always wondered whether or not you felt the same.”

The amount of anxiety I’ve been carrying all disappears when a smile forms on Clove’s face. She gives me a warm and much needed hug, and I save every bit of the embrace. “It’s alright, Cato,” she assures me. I tell her that I love her once more, but my heart sinks because she does not say the words back. That’s okay though. As long as she knows how I feel, that’s all that matters. I kiss her and prepare for sleep, staying awake for a short bit, further analyzing my confession.

Yes, I had admitted it out of the sheer need for her to know, but could it be because of a certain horror of the possibility of losing her, as well? I know full well that I’d do anything in my power to protect Clove, and that we have just as good a chance of going home. But I also know there is still the small chance something could happen to either of us, and I know that I don’t want either of us to die.


It strikes me faintly that the people watching us probably think Clove and I are copying the District 12 tributes. I simply sneer at the thought. Clove and I are the real thing, and I intend to keep it that way. Let it be known that we were in love.

One night, the two of us are talking when suddenly, we’re startled by the sound of trumpets. I jump up, alerted. Milliseconds later, I see that Clove does the same. But it’s only Claudius Templesmith, inviting us to a feast. Clove and I look at each other, mentally contemplating whether or not to go.

“Now hold on. Some of you may already be declining my invitation. But this is no ordinary feast. Each of you needs something desperately.” Claudius continues.

“What could we possibly need?” I ask Clove. She shrugs in response, urging me to keep listening.

“Each of you will find that something in a backpack, marked with your district number, at the Cornucopia at dawn. Think hard about refusing to show up. For some of you, this will be your last chance,” Claudius finalizes, leaving a stiff tension in the air.

“Well?” Clove questions. “Are we going?”

“I guess we could. I mean, what’s there to lose? And if we successfully get the backpack, it will only help us get home quicker.” I imply. She agrees, and the two of us come up with a plan for tonight.

“Can I be the one who retrieves the bag? I’ve had enough of Twelve and I want to get rid of her now.” Clove begs. I hesitate, because it had been my desire to kill District 12. But the thought of it seems to satisfy her so much that I let her.

“So I’ll spot you in the forest, okay? If you need anything, just call me and I’ll be there.” I finalize. “Nothing could go wrong.”

“I hope that’s true,” Clove mumbles.

“Don’t be like that. Of course it’ll be true. It’s me and you against Twelve, how hard could that be?”

“Not hard at all, but I’m still a bit worried. We’ve come so far in the Games. It’s not that I’m surprised, our district usually wins anyway. But for this to happen to us is unbelievable. I don’t want anything, us, to be ruined.” she admits.

“I know,” I respond quickly. “It is hard to believe. But everything will be fine. Just do as we planned, and we’ll be home sooner than you think.” I open my arms wide so that Clove can calm herself in our embrace.

“I love you, we’ll be fine. Good luck, Clover.” I peck her forehead and we part.

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