It's been a while since I've written something for Fanfiction. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games.
Constructive Criticism is recommended! :)
Everything's hazy.
"CATO!" I scream, but I cannot hear. My vision blurred, and now my hearing is dull.
"Clove… No, don't die on me! Clove, you fuckin' promised!" I couldn't see the tears, but I could feel them drop from his azure orbs.
I reached for his face—he seemed so distant from my vantage point—and tried to wipe the tears, only for me to see a streak of red spread onto his porcelain skin.
"Cato… Live." I slurred. I feel dizzy, but I fight. I have to be alive. I have to.
"Shh… You'll live. You and I, right?" He cradles me, like a baby—fragile and weak—and whispered sweet nothings. I couldn't take it. Even through the blur, I can see chaos building up in his eyes and sanity flee from his system.
"Live for me, Cato." I wheeze. I'm strong, I will not cry. Water brimmed on my eyes, and that was my cue.
"Live the life that I'll never have." I try to kiss him, but my body is too heavy for my arms to support. And I can feel the darkness slowly consume, and all of a sudden, I feel lightweight.
A bang and a scream filled my last breath.
"I can't Clove. How can I live if you're my life?" He whispered.