“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.