One Last Word
A/N: Hey tributes and others! So, after finishing "One Last Life", I decided to write this spinoff series. It's basically characters writing letters to others. Dead to alive, alive to dead, alive to alive, etc. Cause you know, so many people in this series are, hm…I dunno. What do you call that? Oh right. DEAD.
It's improbably this'll be weekly, I'll just do it whenever I feel like it. Sorry. And I do my own shippings for these letters (I'm not saying these will all be love letters, but at least probably 50% of them will be.) But if you have requests, write them in your reviews and I'll see what I can do!
Let's start this off with the original tributes Katniss had to fight (The 74th Annual Hunger Games)
Dear, Clove
I know we never talked before I died, and I know it's too late, but I'm still going to write this because someone is a wimp and won't work up the courage to ask you out.
Clove, y'know Cato likes you, right?
Oh, damn. I just realized how stupid that sounded. Well, I'm writing this with ink, so no turning back now. Damnit.
Anyways, he told me. It was the second day of training, and you and Glimmer were plotting Fire Girl's death. Cato and I were just mumbling, when he said that you looked really good. I had asked him why he said that, and he responded it was a passing comment. When I glared at him, however, he caved in.
He told me everything, Clove. How you were his best friend, and he only volunteered because he didn't want to see you hurt in the Games. But I had known there was more to that. He had been blushing when admitted it, and he tried to act like it was nothing. He kept going, saying he had liked you ever since he was 11 and you were 9. He told me all about the times you fought in the training center back in District 2, and how he'd have to drag you out of there. He said he'd do anything for you. Anything at all.
But now, we're free of this terrible system. Oh, Clove. Go ask the idiot out for dinner. We're in heaven now. It's okay. No one will mind if you two start sucking face. Oh gosh. Nasty image.
Never mind. But Clove, he really, really likes you. And I know you like him too; you're just way too stubborn to admit it. And Cato, well, he's a teenage boy with too much testosterone. He's scared you're not ready, or he isn't. But I know, you are ready. So go and ask him out already, so you can finally be together and that you'll finally smile.
From,
Marvel.