Title: Brave Faces
Summary: Everyone has had to put on a brave face at least once. Series of one-shots on the characters.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own The Hunger Games that honor goes to Suzanne Collins
A/N : YEAH! It's my first story so R&R Thanks
Cato
Looking up at today's death, I know the single face that appears is going to kill me. Clove. I can't admit to the Capitol, or to myself, that I may have grown to love her. Yet as the pain of her lose sinks in I'm not sure I can hold back tears much longer. No. I can't let myself look weak. I'm here to kill, not sit here crying about the girl I sent to her death. She was disposable, just like everyone else in this game. She served her use and now she's gone. No pain. I knew going into the arena that I was going to have to face her death. I was just looking forward to getting out of here with her. There is no reason to be sad.
Tomorrow I will go and kill that big oaf in the field and move on. No tears. No emotion. The only thing to cry about is the fact that the stupid girl from 12 is still living. Her and Lover Boy. I will make sure that they both die a very slow, painful, bloody, gruesome, Capitol worthy death. Just like Clove tried to do, and would of achieved had she been more careful. If she had took the time and hid herself better she could very well be here right now and Miss. Fire would be dead. Lover Boy, dieing. Had Clove been more careful I wouldn't be sitting here thinking of her mistakes. I would not have to worry, everything would be going as planned.
No. I don't care that she's dead. She was a stupid little girl. With that i wonder , if I don't miss her than why am I crying. Just a single tear rolling down my face.
A/N: Wow that was kinda short but tell me, was it any good?
More to come!