From an early age, Cato has been taught to have feelings for no one. There's loyalty towards your own, but that's it. Most people are expandable, no exceptions.
It is the days of the Reaping. It's early morning, only 5am. Cato is lying in his bed, his arm folded behind his head as a prop. He's waiting for the sun to rise. Beside him, the quiet and steady breaths of Cerys fills his ear. She is asleep on her stomach, her blonde hair strewn across her shoulders and the pillows. She'll have to leave soon to get ready for the Reaping. However, Cerys isn't a career, she won't volunteer for the games. She's someone who takes care of the careers when they need it, she's a nurse.
He reaches over and runs his finger over her shoulders and she stirs under his touch. "What is it?" she murmurs as she slowly opens her sleepy eyes to look at him.
"You should probably get up, you'll need to be home for the Reaping." He replies. She nods and stretches, her arms cracking as she does so. She kicks off the blankets and stands up slowly and Cato glances over and drinks up the sight of her body. Meetings like this are not uncommon for the two of them. Cato has had a few women like this before, most people in District 2 have many sexual relationships with each other. But once Cato started seeing Cerys, he decided to cut off any other relations with his other women. Not because she meant anything to him, she doesn't. At least, that's what he tells himself daily. He just doesn't need the complications of multiple women- that's all.
Cerys begins gathering her clothes and dressing slowly, because she knows Cato always watches her. She slips into her underwear, then her dark grey bra. She pulls on her black pants and her white shirt before pulling her hair back into a loose bun. Strands of her golden hair fall out and frame her face. He shows no emotion, but that doesn't stop her from tiptoeing over and kneels down, leaning forward and waiting until he meets her lips. He makes her wait until she grows impatient and pokes him in his stomach.
"Impatient, are we?" he says, smirking.
"One last time." She whispers. That brings him to meet her instantly. The first time they ever had sex, that's what she said to him before he left because they both thought it would only ever be a onetime thing. That was two years ago. Now, every time one of them leave, that is their parting statement.
Cato reaches up and twists his hand in her hair so he can pull her closer and deepen the kiss. He is not really sure if he wants to let go. But he has to. Cerys kisses him once more, very softly, before going to the window and slipping outside. Cato has a ladder propped against the roof so it's easy for her to climb down. He doesn't say anything to her as she disappears out the window.
He wonders if he will see her again before the Reaping. He's not sure if he wants to, because he knows it might make his goodbye to her harder. Not that she matters, she doesn't… He just hates goodbyes.
Unbeknownst to him there's someone else, who hates goodbyes just as much as he does, who is right now sitting up on a beach in District 4.
Devon sits on the beach, the waves crashing over her toes and causing a shudder to run through her. It's early and the water is cold, but it's refreshing to her. She had snuck out of her house to be alone today because her anxieties had kept her awake the entire night. In a few hours, the Reaping will take place and the 74th Hunger Games will begin. She's seventeen and has managed to escape being called for five years, but still every year she gets the throat tightening fear that she will be called. She did not train for the Games in the academy, she never wanted to take place in the killing. She goes out with the fishermen and repair the nets or sometimes join them in the water, and she loves her job.
However, if there was a time she could just run away and disappear; it would be now. She wishes she could just melt into the sea and then reappear after the Games drew to an end.
With a heavy sigh, she slumps on to the hard sand. The tide is coming in and now the water rushes over her legs and soaks her entire lower body. She breathes in the salty air and it instantly calms her. The worst part about the prospect of going to the games is having to say goodbye to the people she loves. Her mother and father, her twin brothers Nino and Spens, and, finally, Ovid. He is her… Something. He loves her, she knows that. Does she love him? She doesn't know. She was always scared to open her heart to someone, and she doesn't know if Ovid has it yet. Even though she has uncertainty towards him, she still doesn't want to say goodbye.
She hates goodbyes.
Cato and Devon are almost complete opposites. He's tall, 6'2, and she stands at a solid 5'5 when standing straight. He's blonde, while her hair is so dark it's almost black. His eyes are piercing blue and hers are a soft green. Not a beautiful, bright sea green like Annie Cresta, instead they were the color of seaweed. Cato is a powerful and strong, Devon is quiet and analytical.
There's only three similarities between the boy and girl. They hide their feelings, they hate goodbyes and, as they both will soon find out, are both tributes in the 74th annual Hunger Games.
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