A/N: Written from Cato's perspective, after Clove cries out for him.


He heard her cry out his name.

He ran as fast as he could to get back to her.

He saw 11 hit her with the rock that seemed too large for her small head.

He could have chased after him.

11 had barely started running when he saw him.

He was close enough.

He was faster, stronger, and better equipped.

He had his sword in-hand.

But as he looked down at Clove, he knew that he couldn't leave her.

He dropped to his knees in front of her, and took her small hands in his.

There was so much that he had never noticed about her.

The small splatter of freckles across her nose and cheeks.

The tiny wisps of hair around her forehead.

The small scar on her right eyebrow.

"C-Cato..." Clove managed, her eyes weakly fluttering open.

"Clove" he choked out. "Oh God, Clove. I'm so sorry."

"M-my head h-hurts" she mumbled in nearly an inaudible voice.

He stared at her, and bit his lip to keep from crying in front of all of Panem.

"W-what happened?" she squeaked, hiccuping.

He scooped her up off of the ground and into his large arms.

"It's gonna be okay, Clove. Let me carry you to the shelter. Then you'll be okay" Cato reassured himself as much as her.

"D-did we win? D-do we get to g-go home?" she whispered, her voice growing hoarse.

At this, he couldn't help himself.

He buried his face in her tiny shoulder, not allowing anyone to get the satisfaction of seeing him cry.

Uncontrollable sobs shook his entire frame, and he let out sharp gasps as hot tears spilled down his rosy cheeks.

"C-Cato? I want to g-go home. I j-just want to go home..." she trailed off, going limp in his arms.

"Clove...? No, Clove, please. Please, don't go. Stay with me, Clove. I-I love you, I've always loved you" Cato cried as he held her tiny body in his large arms.

He waited for a response, but it was too late.

She was gone.


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