A/N: Cato/Clove. I know i ship everyone except Katniss/Peeta. Yeah, yeah, go on.

"Don't go..!" he pleads.

Im trying not to...

"Clove... Clove... Stay with me..." he begs

I want to...

"Oh, Clove... Look at me, Clove, Look at me.. Look.." his words become incoherent as he tries not to sob.

I will... After im gone, ill watch over you.. Ill look after you...

"...Speak to me! Clove! CLOVE!"

I muster the last of my strength.

"Cato..."

"CLOVE! Stay with me, stay with me... BRUTUS! ENOBARIA! SEND SOMETHING!" he breaks down.

Its pathetic to see him cry.

"Cato..."

"Hmm.." he gently touches my hair.

"Take care of yourself..." my strength is ebbing away.

"Oh, Clove.. Why?"

"Shh, Cato.. And... Kill those lovers.."

"I will, Clove! I will!"

"Rip them apart"

"Ill tear their limbs apart and torture them!"

"District eleven too."

"I will, Clove... Stay with me.. Please.."

I want to console him, but i don't have time, and there are other important things.

".. And take care of my brother..."

"I will.." he sobs, and i smile slowly. I can go in peace.

"DONT GO!" he screams. "Clove.. I love you!"

I smile. Of course. It was unspoken.. And we didn't say it. what if we had to face each other off? Well, no danger of that now.

"I love you too Cato.."

"SEE?" he yells randomly "See? We are the star crossed lovers, not your miners!"

True. The district twelve boy was hanging around with us, plotting the girl's death. It was all a survival drama. Lovers, my ass.

Cato and I? There was this unspoken rule between us. If it comes to us, we'll both die. Or both win. Never kill the other.

I have one more wish... Once... Just once...

"Cato.."

"Clove?" he holds my hand.

"Kiss me." there isn't much time, my voice is weak.

Cato's tears fall on my cheek as he leans in and presses his lips on mine. My first and last kiss. His hands cup my cheek. I respond with as much strength as i can. He is gentle. Cato, strong as a rock. He is as gentle as a feather.

This is bliss. I want this to be the last feeling i know. As i raise my hand to stroke his hair, I slip away...

A/N: And she dies!

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