It was a Friday night and he was alone in the big apartment, lying on the couch and watching some random action movie. His dirty blonde hair was messy, just like he knew girls liked, and his piercing blue eyes were stuck on the screen. Cato had a bottle in his hand and he would gulp the burning liquid as the he watched the movie.
When the movie finished, Cato stood up and went to the kitchen. He took another bottle from the fridge and made a small sandwich with ham, tomato and cucumber.
Something in that action brought him back to the same kitchen, but some years ago. He was not alone there, she was making their lunch, with radio turned on and singing all the songs she liked, even the ones whose lyrics were unknown for her.
"You should be a singer" Cato told her once, but Clove giggled and asked him "And who would take care of you while I was at the concerts and tours?"
Now that it's all said and done, I can't believe you were the one
To build me up and tear me down like an old abandoned house
At the start, Cato liked the way Clove seemed to care so much about him. Clove came from a "fucked up" family, as she would say, and never had to worry about anyone but herself. The girl grew up all by herself. So all the care she had towards Cato was, he thought, a sign of her love. But know, reminding that moment, Cato knew that she never really cared. It was not love or preoccupation that she felt for him, it was just the fact that Clove liked the way she could do anything of him. He loved her so much and it even hurt, but those feelings flew away when he realized that he had never been more than a toy in her hands. Now he understood that her last kind gesture to him, that slow kiss on his cheek, was an apologize for all the pain she caused him.
Well, I never saw it coming, I should have started running
A long, long time ago
And I never thought I'd doubt you, I'm better off without you
More than you, more than you know
Cato still liked Clove. It is impossible for anyone to completely forget all the feelings he or she for someone else. He cared about her as an old friend and wished she would find someone good enough to make her get better and have a good life, but that was it.
Sitting again on the couch, he put the plate with the sandwich on his lap and drank from the bottle. It was good to be alone, it didn´t hurt anymore.
'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through
I got over you
All the love he felt, that strong feeling which blinded him for so long, made Cato a stronger person. It took him some years to put himself together and move on, and Cato was glad he did it. He had a good life now, without her controlling him anymore, telling him what to do and taking care of with him as he was a child. There was something wrong with Clove, Cato realized that now, because that urge she felt to control someone else was sick. It wasn´t love, as he thought at first, it was something twisted and disgusting.
Cato put those thoughts aside and sighed.
He was over her and it couldn´t feel better to be finally free.
Well, I'm putting my heart back together
'Cause I got over you and I got over you
And I got over you
