“If I were to die in the games…”

“Don’t even start—”

“I said if Cato.” She chuckled, rolling here eyes.

“If that happened,” He sighed deeply before scrunching both eyebrows in though, looking afar to the city filled with lights—the city celebrating the Games. Celebrating their, most likely, death.

“If that happened…?” She probed, forcing his eyes to meet hers. But Cato kept his gaze at the stars and and the lights.

“If it happened,” He started, finally locking his gaze with hers. “I wouldn’t hesitate to take my own life.”

His eyes then averted to the floor as she tucked a loose strand of hair, hiding her crimson pink cheeks. Cato cleared his throat and looked back up to Clove.

“If I were to tell you I love you, Clove,” He spoke again after the deafening silence. “What… what would you do?”

“I’d say I love you too.” She shrugged as if it was nothing, when in fact it had left her heart racing. Clove refused to look at Cato again, until she came up with the next question.

She faced him with newly found courage and spoke, “If I were to kiss you—”

“I’d kiss you back.” Cato’s head snapped towards her direction so quickly that he could have gotten whiplash. He then smirked and got closer to Clove.

“I would.” He repeated and she simply nodded and stood on her toes. 

She was my sweetest downfall.

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The reason I lost hope. I lost control.

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The reason I killed Thresh and the reason I lost focus—the reason I was weak.

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Weak enough to be taken down by the girl on fire—as she would have said—and Lover Boy.

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Clove… if not for her. I wouldn’t have fallen.

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Strange enough, I don’t regret it one bit.

Do you know? Do you see me now? Do you even hear me?

Clove.

I absolutely hate you. You violated the pact… you said you wouldn’t die in there; you swore.

Do you have any idea how much of a wreck I have been since you left the Games? Do you have any idea of what I have become?

A monster.

And you promised me you wouldn’t—you wouldn’t ever let go…

But most of all…

Do you have any idea how I have to live with the thought that I couldn’t save the girl I loved? Do you have any clue how it ripped me to shreds when I could do nothing. Nothing at all… I could only kneel beside you as you slowly died, begging you to stay by my side.

But now it doesn’t matter. Loverboy is in my arms and sooner or later the girl on fire will end my life. My painful, miserable, pathetic excuse for a life.

And I’ll finally see you again.

At Starbucks: 

• Starbucks Guy: What's the name?
• Me: Primrose Everdeen.
• Starbucks Guy: *prepares order* Primrose Everdeen!
• Me: I VOLUNTEER!