Save Us
This chapter was pretty rushed, sorry!
Chapter Four
Stop crying Clove! What's wrong with you? He doesn't deserve your tears. Who am I kidding. I'm trying to act like he's a bad person. He's not. No matter how much he's changing. God, I love him. I don't know when I realised that I did, but I do and after last night I need him with me always.
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-Two Years Later
'Happy Birthday beautiful.' Cato grabbed my waist from behind. My 17th birthday was today and Cato had found me in the training canteen. We'd been together for two years now and I was loving every second of it. He always found a way to surprise me. He's changed so much, no longer was he the quiet, unfriendly boy- he was a strong, ruthless, murder machine. I knew he still hated killing, but when he was in the fight he thought of nothing but victory. I turned to face him. I kissed him lightly on the lips.
'Are you ready for your present?'
'Cato I said not to!' But I didn't mind anything from him.
'Oops, sorry.' He said with a cheeky wink. 'Shut your eyes.'
'Cato-' I tried to protest.
'Shut them.' I sighed in exasperation. There was no point arguing. He covered my eyes with his hands softly. 'I don't want you to peak.' He led me into another room. I think it was the weapons room, but I couldn't be sure.
'Okay, look.' I opened my eyes and blinked.
'Oh my God. Cato.' Laid out on a long desk was a row of the most perfect knives I had ever seen.
'Cato how much did this cost you?' I couldn't believe the sight before me. Each knife was different in it's own way, but each had a long tip that was gold and looked so sharp that I figured I would slice my finger just from gently touching it.
'Not important. But look.' He picked up a knife that first caught my eye. The tip was about 30 centimetres long and the handle was the deepest black with a slight curve. Thin lines of gold wrapped around the handle making it look like ivy climbing up it. Cato flicked over the to the other side of the blade and engraved in the gold was our names :
Cato&Clove
'Cato. Thank you. So much.' I wasn't one for expressing my emotions but I think he could hear the sincerity in my tone. 'Cato, I'll never be able to repay you for this.'
'It's a present, I'm not expecting you to.'
'I love you.'
'I love you to.' This was the first time we'd ever said it. I looked into his beautiful, blue eyes. He grabbed me in a tight embrace and pushed me against the wall. I lost track of time for a while, but I know the time I spent in that weapons room on my 17th birthday was the best time I had ever had.