The district is still busy; no one even stops to think about the girl killed yesterday in the Hunger Games. She did not matter to them, she was easily replaceable. They don't mind the loss of life. If they are upset at all it is over the fact that they have less a chance to get extra food from the Capitol this year.
When Clove's casket is lowered to the earth from the hovercraft there is only one there. The one person in the whole world that Clove cared about, Chance. From the District's point of view he was worthless; he wasn't capable of doing their work, he didn't do well in their school, and he wasn't harsh enough to be one of their peacekeepers. But to Clove he was an angel sent from Heaven, she cared for him as she would her own child.
I don't know what it was about Chance that broke Clove's stone cold heart; maybe it was his innocence or his inability to survive on his own. No matter what it was that cold day she found him digging through thrash in the city something in her changed; he was the first and last person she ever had compassion towards.
She had heard of him; the boy who's mother drank too much while pregnant with him. He had no say in his hard tragic life on the streets, he couldn't help his handicaps. She couldn't bear to see this poor little seven-year-old digging through the trash with nobody in the world to care for him. So she ran to her parent's shop and took two cans of vegetables.
As she stood holding the cans out in her hands, he looked at her uncomprehendingly. After a moment silent stares, he spoke.
"Who you?"
Clove replied, "I am a friend, who wants to make sure you are taken care of."
He starts to slowly back away, knowing that trusting can lead to pain.
"Please take the food, I don't want you to be hungry." begs Clove.
"You give to me? No be mean?" say Chance.
"I'm not going to be mean. I want you to have the food; I will give it to you so you won't be hungry."
He takes the two cans out of her hand and runs away.
She kept returning to that spot day after day to find him rummaging through the thrash. And day after day the cycle would continue until he finally began to trust her. He stopped rummaging through the trash, instead waiting for her continuing gift. He stopped backing away when she would talk and eventually started speaking back to her more than just questions.
Their short visits at the trash center grew longer and longer as their friendship grew closer and closer. They understood one another, and cared about each other unlike either had before. They were one other's only friends, the only people they trusted.
Now he stood staring at her lifeless body unable to comprehend that he was finally completely alone in the world. And looking down from Heaven, Clove with tear-filled eyes whispered into his ear "I love you my friend, take care until we meet again."