A/N: This is my first Clato fanfic, but I really like that pairing, so I'm giving it a shot!
Whatever it Takes
"Clove!" I yell when I see her on the ground. I run towards her, ignoring the sight of the District 11 male running off into the forest.
"Cato," Clove says, cracking a sad smile.
"Who did this to you?" I ask.
"The boy from 11. Kill him for me. Win for me," she says.
"You'll live, Clove. Don't worry. I'll save you," I say, running my fingers through her long, black hair.
"Cato, no. I won't live. I can't live. A rock crushed my skull. I can feel the life draining out of me," Clove says, closing her eyes.
"No, Clove. Stop!" I take her in my arms and cradle her.
"Just kiss me one last time, and tell me you love me. I want that to be the last thing I hear," Clove says. So I hold her face and kiss her. Her lips are soft. I can hear her faint heartbeat. I know that I can't save her.
"I love you so much, Clove," I tell her.
"I love you, too," she says and smiles. She rests her head on my chest. Her shallow breathing becomes less and less frequent. And all at once, it stops. Her cannon booms across the arena, echoing through every nook and cranny. Everyone will be able to hear it, even that Mellark kid, hiding pathetically somewhere.
I kiss her forehead and lay her down, trying to not to hurt her head. Even in her death, I don't want to hurt her head farther.
"I love you, Clove. I will win for you. Try to stop me," I whisper. Then, I run after Thresh. I will avenge Clove's death, whatever it takes.