A/N: Sorry for not updating for a while. Schools getting in the way of things, and 4 hours of sleep every night doesn't help either.

Ohkay.. I'll stop talking now, after all its the story you want right?

Cato's 3rd Person POV

They sat on bed, with his arms around her waist and her, leaning his head into his chest. He put his chin on the top of her head and looked out the window.

"What is it?" She asked, looking at him.

"I don't think that you would like it," he looked down abashedly.

"Cato, we're not going over this again." She came out of his embrace, turned and looked him in the eyes.

He sighed, knowing that fighting with her would be no help, and told her the truth, "I love you." He blurted it out and looked back out the window and tried to avoid contact with Clove's eyes.

It took her a few minutes to answer, "What?" she asked, clearly shocked. "What do you mean you love me?"

"Never mind. Just, never mind. Forget what I just said." He kept trying to hide his expression.

"No, tell me." She tried to get him to look at her. "Cato," she grabbed his face and forced his eye to focus on her, "Look at me." She waited until she knew that he would not look away when she let go of his face. "Cato. Why do you say that you love me? "

He ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath, "Clove. I can't explain it. I just know that I love you. Everything that I think about, all leads back to you. There isn't anything that I think about that doesn't somehow lead back to you. No matter how hard I try not to. You're all that I think about. I just- I don't want to lose you."

"Cato. I know. I've always known, mostly because you don't exactly hide your emotions very well. But the thing is, I know what almost happened last night was completely out of spite, and I'll never get that close again, I realized that I don't feel the same way about you as you do about me."

His whole world just turned upside down. He just admitted that he loved her, but she didn't feel the same. He felt like an idiot thinking that she would have any feelings for him. He just felt a medley of emotions. swirling from his core. He said nothing, everything was written all over his face. The pain, anguish, sadness, and more could be seen. For a moment, he wished that this had never happened, that everything did not exist. His feelings began to well up inside of his but he swallowed all of it so that he could get out of there as soon as possible. There was nothing he could do now. But he still wanted her to be by his side. He just looked emotionless when he said, "Ok, I have to go now." and he walked out the door.

"Cato! Cato come back here!" Clove's voice began to fade, the farther he walked away. He got to his room, closed the door, leaned against it, slid down to the floor and, without him realizing it, he began to cry. Not like how girls cry. But he still cried all the same, and he never cried. Not when his brother died, not when his mother and father left him. Not even when his favorite little sister got reaped. But for some reason, he cried now. He just sat there. He didn't move when Clove knocked at the door, or when dinner was being served. For how long he sat there, he didn't know. But after a while, he moved himself to his bed and fell asleep again. Sometime later in the night, he felt someone climb into bed with him and curl up against him. He woke up and saw that Clove was there, curled up against his chest with her eyes closed. He cradled her in his arms, closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

Clove 3rd Person POV

I love you. Those three words made her world turn upside down. She has been waiting for him to tell her that since the day that they kissed in the Training Arena in District 2 about a year ago. Cato and Clove were doing hand-to-hand combat and he had her pinned on the mat his face just inches from her own. And his lips were just right there. All she had to do was tilt her chin up and their lips would meet. She knew that she loved him too. But she just couldn't do that to him. She couldn't say that she loved him too.

"… I don't feel the same way about you, the way that you do to me." It came out. She felt like crawling in a hole and staying there. She saw the pain flash across his face as he ran to his room.

He wouldn't open the door. She couldn't go to sleep. She was so worried the she started pacing. PACING! Clove never paces. EVER. She walked towards his door and knocked. No answer. "Cato! Cato, you can't stay in there all day." But he did. She finally got tired of pacing so she sat down on the other side of his door. When her breathing became quite, she could faintly hear the sniffles, or someone's breath hitching. It was around midnight when she heard him get up from the door and walk away. Probably to go to his bed, she thought. She waited about ten minutes and opened the door. She was right, he was in his bed. There was something tugging at her to climb in with him, so she did. She lifted up the thick blanket and crawled into his arms. She was so tiny that her movements couldn't have stirred a wolf. She was so tired that, as soon as her head hit the pillow, she fell asleep.