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Of all the times and all the places to fall in love, the middle of The Hunger Games must be just about to worst. But, no, I'm stupid enough to fall for a fellow tribute. And even more stupidly I fall for Cato - my district partner and possibly the most competitive and, I have to admit, bloodthirsty tribute of them all.
And now here we are, alone at last. The others have gone off to scout out the area. We're in silence, and although his eyes appear blank and stone cold I suspect he is just preoccupied with the same terrifying thoughts I am having. Secret feelings of fear and uncertainty that you just have to press down so you don't appear weak. As we sit there I am suddenly struck by a thought, a simple fact that I reckon I must have been putting off accepting. Cato and I cannot both survive.
Swept along by the horror of this I impulsively wrap my arms tightly around Cato's muscular torso. Surprisingly he hugs me back. I glance up at his face, looking for a clue about what he is thinking and feeling. And it is the strangest moment because I see tears glistening in his eyes. Tears in the eyes of him of all people. Then I reach up and kiss him.