A/N. I have no idea why my weird ships of ships, are of those that never happen. This drabble for instance. In the real world of THG Cato and Katniss would have never happened, but if you think about it, neither would have Gale or Katniss. Anyhow, it's Fan-fic, so that's how I see it.
This Drabble/Stand alone/One shot, may end up in a two shot. I have no idea, since I ran out of ideas at the end.
Any feedback would be great.
"Peeta," she whispers out of habit. Another nightmare. Her dead love. I watch as she struggles in her nightmare, reliving his death. I don't wake her. Everything will be better later I lie to myself.
"You happy now Snow?" I ask the surroundings around me. Shortly later, another cannon blast. Another tribute dead. I don't wonder who it was. I don't look up when the show who it was. I know he's satisfied now.
"I'm not him, but what the hell? I may as well be somebody," I whisper to her.
His Katniss. My Katniss. My weakness. My Strength. My thoughts collect as she sleeps, but soon she'd wake, and I'd just be Cato. The friend. The Nothing.
I lean in to kiss her, but she wakes. Maybe, if I survive this, and it's just us two standing; I'll tell her, then she'd be the winner.