Cato

Great. Now I was never going to be able to talk to Katniss again. Her mother would think I was some kind of psycho or something. I'd have to leave and go back to two, and live without her. I couldn't do that. Katniss was my life. She was everything to me.

I made my way toward the fence that marked the end of the district. If I killed myself, I wouldn't have to live without Katniss. It was the only way. I ducked under the fence. A grabbed my sword that I had stashed with Katniss' bow.

My heart ached just thinking about her. I shook my head to clear my mind.

I started into the forest holding my sword. I came to a clearing. I stopped and took a deep breath. I sat down breathing deeply. I closed my eyes and brought my sword up next to my face.

"Cato!" I heard someone calling my name, but I ignored them. I heard branches being stepped on and footsteps coming closer to me. They stopped just before the tree line ended and I heard Katniss' voice.

"Cato! Where are you?" she shouted delving back into the forest. "I know you're here somewhere!" I didn't bother to shout that I was in this clearing. I just sat there listening to her get farther and farther away, before lifting the sword to my throat.

Gale

I woke for the second time in a different room. Katniss was next to me crying.

"Katniss?" I said softly. "What's wrong?"

"I can't find Cato anywhere!" she wailed. I groaned.

"I;m sure he's just in the forest or something," I told her.

"I already looked there! I looked everywhere he would have been!" she put her head down and continued to cry. "I don't know where he would go."

"Maybe he's somewhere you wouldn't expect him to be."

She jumped up and ran out of the room. Prim came in and asked me how I felt and gave me some medicine to help the broken nose that I apparently had. I thanked her and she left.

I looked around the room and realized I was in Katniss' room. I wondered why I wasn't in one of the guest rooms. I didn't even know if this house had guest rooms. I didn't want to think about anything though. Instead I laid my head back and tried to sleep.

Katniss

I was running through the streets with tears in my eyes. Everyone was staring, but I took no notice. How could Cato just do this to me? I ducked under the fence and ran into the woods. My feet were barely touching the ground. There was only one clearing I hadn't looked in and that was because I was the only one who knew about it.

Cato must have found it. He had to be there. It was the only place he could possibly be. I thought of slowing down, but decided against it. Instead, I raced into the clearing at full speed and found him lying in a pile of leaves with his sword by his side. I couldn't tell if he was alive or not.

"Cato!" I exclaimed, coming to his side. He stirred and opened his eyes.

"Katniss?" he whispered softly.

"Oh Cato. I was worried sick," I whispered back, just as softly. He smiled. "What are you doing here?"

"I was afraid your mother wouldn't want us together so I came here to..." he trailed off. He didn't need to finish his sentence. "I couldn't though. I glad I didn't."

"Me too," I replied faintly.

He pulled me close and I lay next to him, my head resting under his chin. My fingers of one hand are interlaced with his and his other hand rests lightly near my waist. We stay that way for a time. When the sun begins to go down, we slowly stand and make our way back to the confines of the district.

When we reach my house we discover the announcement of what surprise the Quarter Quell will old for us is about to begin. We make our way inside and watch the screen.

The anthem plays and President Snow walks onto the stage, holding a small box. He opens the box and unfolds the paper marked 75.

"This year, we are proud to host the 75th annual Hunger Games which also happens to be a Quarter Quell!" he announces. "This is the third Quarter Quell to be hosted and this year we have a most delightful surprise!" he glanced at the paper. "This year. Two tributes one boy and one girl will be reaped, as usual, but the only ones who will have the possibility of being reaped will be any living winners from each district!"

"What?" I cried. "But winners aren't supposed to be reaped again! Those are the rules!"

"What district will I be reaped from? Twelve or two?" Cato asked.

"I'm sure we'll get some kind of notice!" my mother said cheerily. "You should be getting home Cato. Katniss, why don't you escort him?"

"Fine with me," I replied. It wasn't like it was a long walk or anything.

We were silent until we reached his doorstep.

"Goodnight Cato," I said. I looked at him. He wasn't at all a monster. He was kind and caring. He leaned down and pecked a kiss on my cheek. I knew my mother was probably watching our every move.

"I'll see you in the morning," he replied softly stepping inside his house. I walked back into my own home.

"You should get to bed, dear," my mother said. "Gale is already at home."

"Goodnight," I replied.

As I laid in my bed I realized how much I missed spending time with Gale. His scent lingered on my pillow, but that wasn't the scent I craved. I wanted to feel the strength and warmth of Cato's arms wrapped around me and to be enveloped by his scent. I drifted into sleep and dreamt of Cato.

The next morning I woke and showered quickly. After I was dressed and my hair was braided I made my way down the stairs. As I entered the kitchen an odd sight struck me.

President Snow was sitting at the dining table. Cato was next to him and my mother was preparing breakfast.

My mother glanced up.

"Good morning, Katniss my dear! Have a seat!" she called. "Breakfast is almost done."

"Good morning mother," I replied as respectfully as possible. "Good morning Cato. And good morning Mr. President."

The only thing going through my mind at that moment though was: Why President Snow was in my house?