Well, I encountered a bad case of Writer's Block on The Career's Rose, so i wrote this. I'm leaving for camping tomorrow, then I have camp. don't expect any updates for a bit.
They say every choice you make affects what your life will end up like. You might meet a person in a cafe, and that chance meeting might save your life. You might run away from home, and find your soul mate. Ever life will always be connected to someone else.
The first time I could have met him was in District Twelve. He could have been born the Baker's son, and grown up as poor as any merchant. We could have met at school, or maybe in the bakery.
He might have asked me what my name was, and I might have told him "Prim". We might have became bast friends, despite our six year age difference. Maybe he would get Reaped, and come home a Victor. Maybe he would come home in a wooden box.
The second time I could have met him would be in the Games. We could end up at the same training station, learning how to swing a sword. Maybe he would take pity on me, a twelve-year-old, and teach me how to throw a knife. Maybe we would talk, and become as close to friends as you can be when you're in a death tournament.
Maybe he would kill me in the Bloodbath, making me just another dead girl. Maybe we would ally with each other, for my healing skills if nothing else. Maybe he would feel regret when he went home a Victor, and I went home in a wooden box.
We could meet at the Victory Tour, after he killed my sister. I would cry, and he would stand as cold as stone. Maybe we would talk, and he would say he was sorry. Maybe we would be friends, in a twisted sort of way.
Maybe someday he would look back on the Tour and remember my tear-stained face. Maybe he would regret taking so many lives, and try to apologize. Maybe I would forgive him
Maybe our first encounter would be in Thirteen, after they found a way to bring back the Tributes. Maybe we would sit next to each other, talking about life, the games, anything. He would go off to war against the Capitol, and I would stay in Thirteen.
Maybe I would save his life, stitching up bullet wounds. Maybe that would spark a friendship, despite my sister's disapproval. Maybe this friendship would change the world. Or maybe he would die, like so many others, and it would be just one more tragedy. One more family that lost one of it's own.
Maybe we wouldn't meet until we were both six feet under. Him, a wealthy Career, and me, a poor girl from District Twelve. Perhaps our untimely demise would bring us together, perhaps it would be something else. I might tell him stories about my father, and he would tell me stories about his family.
Maybe I would make him regret. Maybe we would become friends. Maybe we would be the bitterest of enemies, or just two people who met in a cafe and talked about nothing. Maybe our choices would change the world, somehow.
But no matter how things ended up, I would end up meeting Cato. It was just a matter of when and how.