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People say I'm a slut; I am a slut after all, but a person has many levels, even a slut. Glimmer's death scene from her pov. Clato.
Disclaimer: I don't own the hunger games. Duh. I also don't own the title song, May queen is a song by Heather Dale.
May queen
I fall, not even trying to run any farther, for my efforts are useless, I know that. I glimpse at Cato, who slings Clove, half asleep, over his shoulder and runs. Why couldn't he have grabbed me instead? For I love him. I'm not talking about fake love to get his attention, no. I love him, with every fiber of my body. It hurts; it hurts a lot, to be left behind. As Clove's dark hair disappears, my mind goes fuzzy. I imagine what it could have been like, had Cato chosen me. I tremble with fear and loss. He never loved me, and never will. Is it so wrong of me to care? Is it so wrong for me to hate Clove Frigging Copperova? She may have outscored me by 2 points in training, but if I was able to stand up now, I would rip her into so many pieces that her beloved Cato could never find her entire body. That thought brings a smile to my swollen lips. But the true smile comes when I think of Cato pressing his lips to mine. An action that never actually happened, but I don't care. I realize something then, if the tracker jackers target fear, then I am afraid of kissing Cato, afraid of ripping Clove limb from limb. And finally I know. It's not killing that scares me, not even my own killing. No. I fear love. For if you're happy, the only way to go is down, and I've gone down so many times. And this is the hunger games, and with or without love, the only way for me to go is down.
Author's note: Just to make sure everyone knows, I do not ship Glato, no way! But I do think that Glimmer is smart. So yeah. So I'll just say please review and check out my other stories.
/Gia
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