A/N: So, I've decided to try my hand at little snippets! (I shan't dare to call them drabbles, because they're not exactly 100 words.) If anyone could give me a good term for them, that would be appreciated, haha. :)
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TOO LATE (Clove/Cato)
When Cato dies, Katniss doesn't feel relief.
Katniss doesn't feel happiness.
Katniss doesn't feel joy, or ecstasy, or any of those emotions.
No, nothing like that.
When Cato dies, all Katniss thinks about is that other little girl.
Clove.
That's her name right?
All Katniss thinks about is Clove's death.
About how when Thresh held that rock over her head, fear came into those cocky brown eyes.
Real, genuine, fear.
About how when Thresh smashed that rock into her head, she called for help.
Help from Cato.
About how when Thresh dropped her like a stone onto the ground, Cato came running, sprinting through the grass.
Too late.
All Katniss thinks about is Clove's death.
And that maybe, in a different world-
Cato and Clove could have survived together.
Should have.
Their love was real, at least.
A/N: So, how was it? I will probably write some more, just for when I'm bored, but should I continue? Review, please! :)