"Cato."

My stepfather hates me.

He snarled when he looked at me.

"You need to be more careful when choosing who to love."

I flipped him off.

And left.

The bag of all the things from 12 starts to get heavy on my arm.

I turned around and saw a miniature version of Clove.

I wanted to cry.

I never knew she had siblings.

The little girl came up to me.

"You're Cato! I'm Caspia."

I smiled when I saw her.

She had the freckles in the same place as her sister.

With brown hair and brown eyes.

A missing tooth on her bottom row.

Her hair was in the same braids.

"How old are you?" I ask her.

"Six and a half!"

She smiled.

Holyshit.

She's the same age Clove was when I met her.

"Were you and my sister close, in the Games?"

I blinked back tears.

"Really close. I am so sorry."

"She's the second child in my family to die in the Games. First my brother. He died way before I was born."

I stared at the little girl.

"I need a place to stay. Do you think your parents will let me?"

She beamed.

"I believe so."

Her tiny hand takes my hand.

"First off, I have seven other siblings. So there's a lot of people in there."

I laughed.

The four foot nothing girl led me to her house.

"MOMMY!" She yelled.

"Yes?"

I saw an older version of Clove.

Only taller.

And not so viscous looking.

She smiled.

"Cato." She whispered.

"Snow just separated me from Katniss."

She sighed.

"Clove...her room. You can stay in it."

I saw a tear forming.

"I tried my hardest. To protect her. She was the best ally I had in the whole game. I am so sorry."

I hugged her.

She smiled.

"She loved you. She saw her brother whenever she looked at you."

Clove's mother took me to her room.

"We have breakfast as a family. I expect you to be there."

She shut the door.

I turned on the light.

I could see Clove living in this room.

Nothing too girly about it.

Just a beige room.

A bed with blue sheets.

Pictures of her family everywhere.

I see two pictures that catch my eye.

One is her and an older boy.

I assume this is her brother.

He was at the training center.

Clove was crying.

This must have been the last time she saw him in person.

The other photo is me and her.

Also at the training center.

I was fourteen.

She was twelve.

It was her first year there.

My mother wanted to 'capture the moment'.

I lay down in Clove's bed and dream for this nightmare to be over.