[Clove]
I remember.
I remember the days we peeked at each other from behind our trainers.
I remember the days we gave shy smiles and averted looks.
I remember-
[Cato]
Stop. Save your energy. You're not going anywhere.
[Clove]
I'm sorry Cato. I am. Please . . . . . . Let me go. Let me . . . . . . rest. Finally.
*her eyes close. She breathes her last*
[Cato]
*he sobs. Once. Twice. He screams her name. He rests his head upon her still shoulder. Whispers into her dead ear*
I too, remember.
I remember lost time.
I remember the snapping of the innocence of two young children from Two.
I remember. Two young ones, who never had a chance.
Who were only taught to feel through malice.
To show emotion through violence.
To be only the best
Nothing less.
[Narrator]
Not knowing
There was another way.
Not knowing
They didn't have to be this way.
They followed the path
Shown to them by their elders.
It was all they knew
It was all they had.
So they went on.
Forgetting what they once felt
Learning instead, how to cause others to hurt.
Spreading misery, pain, and agony
Caring for less than nothing
The two went along their way.
Reunited, they were, one fateful reaping day
Each knowing what the other was too afraid to say.
On and on they forced themselves to endure
the pain of finally being so close, and yet so far apart.
To show emotion, during training, during the games
Would be to show weakness
And weakness? Unacceptable.
And so they went, all through the Capitol, all through training, all through the games
Ignoring the feelings, ignoring the anguish.
Pretending they felt no anxiety
when the other was in danger
Acting indifferent
When reality was the complete opposite
Until, another fateful day
When it seemed they both could go home unscathed,
They revealed their true feelings,
and like an upturned rock, exposed all of the decay and rot underneath.
However, it was to no avail
And to no end.
For in one moment, because one sentence, spat out in a fit of arrogance,
Her life was snuffed out.
By a hulking boulder, seemingly unfeeling and emotionless
Who in reality felt kinship
With a young flower of a girl
In one moment,
An act of vengeance against a murderer,
An act avenging the death of a flower bud
Her life was taken.
Extinguished, as though it were meaningless.
He would show them.
She wasn't meaningless.
She wasn't just a ruthless Career
He wasn't a just brutal killer
They were lovers, despite all obstacles.
They were lovers, despite the odds, that were oh so never in their favor.
With a thunderous blow to her head,
Her eyes glazed over, her chest lay still.
And yet, with a sudden stroke of fortune, he was allowed a final moment with her.
A moment, which amounted to so much more
than her whole life behind her.
A moment which allowed her to love, after a lifetime of hate.
A moment which allowed her to rest in peace, after a lifetime of hell.