The nights in the arena are cold. Making a fire was dangerous even for Clove and Cato. Only six of them are left…The best six of once twenty-four. Cato and Clove, Trash, the District Five girl and the star-crossed lovers from District Twelve.

Clove laughed at the thought of that. Star-crossed lovers? Please! She knew it was an act and nothing more. She looked at Cato and just for a quick moment she allowed herself thinking of the one thing that bothered her since the interview. The 74th Hunger Games don't have only one case of hopeless and painful love…they had two…

He saw the look on her face, wondering what's going on in her head.

-What's wrong, Clove?-Cato asked.

She started laughing hysterically. Nothing's wrong, except for the fact that one of us will die! Or even both! We never had a chance!, she thought for herself.

Yes, she was a career, but she was only 15. Her training at the academy wasn't over yet. She wasn't ready. She didn't volunteer. Clove Hayes, said the District Two escort, reading her name from a piece of paper she had just pulled out. Clove was scared. She froze for a moment. Her name was chosen. Her name! Out of thousand others! But soon she hid her feelings behind a wicked looking grin, making it look like she wanted that all along.

While standing on the podium and trying to relax, she didn't pay attention to what was happening around her…until she heard 'I volunteer as tribute!' coming from a familiar voice she had known and loved for months, years!

-Everything's fine, Cato. I'm just tired.-she said at least.

He didn't say anything, but she knew that he didn't believe her. He knew her too well...but probably not well enough. He never knew about her feelings towards him. About the way she looked at him while no one was around. About the way she wanted him to kiss her.

She looked into his eyes. They hadn't changed at all, even though, and she was sure about that, Cato did. Even if he goes home, he will never be the same strong and muscular boy he used to be back in the District.

For one moment she thought that she would start crying. No, not only crying...sobbing and fighting for air while her whole body hurts and her chest goes up and down, faster and faster until she almost faints. But she didn't. She just clenched her teeth and took a deep breath.

-Are you cold?-Cato asked.

-Yes.-she said.

-We should sleep.-he said.

-Yeah...Yeah we should. I'll wake you up in a few hours. Then's your turn.-

-Sleep Clove. You look exhausted. I 'll do the first shift.

But she didn't hear him. Claudius Templsmith's voice over the loud speakers was louder than his.

-Attention, attention tributes!- Clove stood up, standing next to Cato. He was very concentrated and listened to the narrator.-A new rule was brought up! If two tributes from one district are the last ones left standing, they will both be declared the winners. That's it. Enjoy the evening!-

After his words got to her brain, not even realizing what she was doing, she jumped on Cato, kissing him passionately. He kissed her back, hugging her at the same time.