I am so sorry if my grammer and punctuation is horrible in this chapter! I am exhausted, but had to write this before I could sleep! Please tell me of any mistakes I made so that I can correct them! Thank everyone! :)

Cato's POV

The lights from the city below barely illuminate the flowers that surround me on the rooftop of the Training Center. I needed a break after delivering my letter to Clove, a break from seeing everything that reminded me of the stupid Hunger Games. I just hit the top button of the elevator and ended up here. I see the Capitol citizens below, partying at such a late hour. The sun went down hours ago, but I every time I could fall asleep all I dreamt about was the scene with Clove.

A noise from the elevator startles me. I turn around quickly to find Clove looking around her, still in her pajamas, wet hair in a tangled mess down to her waist. She looks so magnificent in the moonlight, taking in her surroundings. I turn back to face the city lights, only being able to remember the pain on her face when I yelled at her. She silently takes a seat on the couch next to me, keeping her distance. We sit there, staring into the night, not talking. After a while, I can't take it anymore.

"Why are you up here? You should be sleeping. We still have training tomorrow," I whisper, still keeping my eyes diverted from her lovely face. My voice is hoarse from the tears I hope she can't see.

"I just wanted to tell you that I forgive you. I know you were just being who we were trained to be; I've done some things I regret too. Just don't worry about it," she whispers back. I stare down at my feet, thinking.

"I'm so sorry, Clove. I'm so-"the crack in my voice cuts me off. I lean forward on the couch and shut my eyes, trying to erase the pain I feel over hurting her. Trying to escape the sound of her crying in her pillow that still rings in my ears. Trying to shut out the memory of the terror in her eyes when I grabbed her and screamed in her face. I cover my face with my hands, but the memories just keep flooding in without control. Her hands slowly slide across my shoulders; they feel ice cold in the night air.

"Cato, it's alright. I'm alright; you have nothing to be sorry for. I understand what you're going through; I'm going through it too. We just have to get through this together okay?" Clove tries to comfort me.

"No, we can't stay together. Clove I love you so much. You deserve someone so much better. Someone who won't lose control and hurt you like I did. You need a guy like that; not a kid who's going to kill a bunch of innocent people. I'm going to be dead soon anyway," I screech out. She lays her wet head on my back, humming a song my mother used to sing to me when I was little. After a little while, she speaks up in a clear voice.

"I love you, Cato. That will never change. We've been through so much together, and we're going to go through a lot more. Don't talk about dying; we don't know what will happen. But the point is we are going to help each other get through it okay? I love you." She lifts my chin to face her and I see the calmness in her eyes. I give her a small smile that she returns will a hug.

"What are you doing up here anyway?" I ask. "Your hair is wet too, you're going to get pneumonia in this cold!" I scoop her up into my arms and head to the elevator. She tilts her head back and laughs as we ride down to the darkness and silence of level 2. I set her down in front of the window and take a seat next to her.

"I tried to sleep, but couldn't," Clove starts. "So I took another shower and decided to talk to you. When I couldn't find you, I figured the only other place you could be was the roof. And I'm glad I found you," she says, leaning her head on my lap and staring out the window. I play with her damp brown hair, gently undoing the tangles. The clock in the city strikes four times. We have to be up in three hours.

"We better get to bed," I tell her, disappointed that our time together is over. She sighs and stands up. I walk her to her room and give her a peck on the cheek, then head to bed.

Clove's POV

(three hours later)

Lucy's continuous tapping awakens me from sleep. Even after staying up so late, the knowledge that Cato and I are okay gives me energy. I throw on my training uniform and quickly wash my face. My hair dries using the machine that leaves it in a glossy shine. We have them in our rooms at the academy, they are so helpful when you wake up late and don't want to brush your hair. I quickly tie up my hair and head to breakfast. Only Cato sits at the table with crumbs on his empty plate. He yawns and smiles at me.

"You're late," he teases. I sit down and clear my plate within ten minutes. "Our glorious mentors left after realizing you weren't going to be on time. They can be sooo temperamental," he continues will a fake Capitol accent and a few eye rolls. I hold back a laugh through my stuffed mouth. After downing a glass of orange juice, we head down to our second day of training.

After about two hours of wrestling, fire making, knot tying, and eventually just staring back at the Gamemakers in their window, we Careers get bored and just sit to watch the other tributes. We watch Katniss and Peeta throw some knives. She's pretty good, but I'm better. Peeta misses every target by at least five feet. The two laugh at his failure; they really seem to be close. We laugh along, mocking him. He turns around and gives us a look of defeat. Katniss glances our way and then leads him to another station. Finally its lunch time and we sit at our dominant table. Glimmer and Cato keep up their flirting act while Marvel and I loudly discuss how we plan to kill easy prey once the Games begin. The afternoon after lunch is filled with more boring stations. The instructors seem to get very annoyed with our group. We don't really take anything seriously, just hop from station to station and make fun of the skills being taught. Atala gathers every tribute around one more time, reminding us that our private sessions with the Gamemakers are tomorrow morning. We Careers pack into the elevator. The ride is short, since Marvel and Glimmer get off at the next level and us at the next after that. I give Cato a playful punch on the shoulder before heading to my room to prepare for dinner. I shower yet again and throw on some jeans and I hoodie. The table is occupied by Brutus, Enobaria, and Lucy eating heaping plates of everything imaginable. I force myself to eat and egg and some toast, but the nerves of today's Gamemaker session fill my stomach and leave no room for food. I see that Cato is having the same problem; he just pushes his biscuit around with his fork.

"I can see that you two are nervous," Enobaria remarks. "Don't worry. Clove, throw knives like you never have before. Show them how vicious you can be. Show off you quickness too. Just remember: don't look nervous. Don't go out there with your nerves so high strung that you look like a sniveling fool. Other than that, you'll do great."

Brutus continues, "You do the same, Cato. Show them everything you've got. Sword fight with a dummy or two, then don't forget to show them your strength. Make sure they know how dangerous you can be."

"Thanks for the advice," I say sincerely.

"Yea, it's really helped," Cato adds with surprisingly little sarcasm. With that, Cato and I head down to the gym. We wait a short time in silence while Marvel goes through his session, then Glimmer. Before long it's Cato's turn. I would wish him luck, but I can't in front of the other tributes. I watch the double doors close behind him, trying to remain calm.

Cato's POV

The gym seems eerie without the usual hum of tributes training. Now it's just me, my weapons, and the Gamemakers.

I can feel their eyes boring into my back as I head to pick up a sword. In a few quick and easy motions, I dismember all four limbs and watch as the head rolls to my feet. Satisfied with my swordplay, I throw a few spears that skewer some poor dummy's eyes, heart, and forehead. To end my marvelous show, I throw a few weights around. I stand in front of the Gamemakers, standing tall with my hands behind my back.

"Thank you, you may go," Seneca Crane dismisses me with a wave of his hand. I wait out in the hallway for Clove to finish. My heart is pounding from the adrenaline pumping through my body. I think I did well, but I won't know until the scores are revealed across Panem tonight.

Clove's POV

I take a deep breath and enter the gymnasium, looking up at the Gamemakers. By instinct, I head directly for the knives. The knives are beautifully made, some with serrated edges and a few with machete blades. The nervousness creeps its way into be aim, and I miss the bull's eye by a few centimeters. I close my eyes and take another deep breath, then pick up five knives in my left hand. Quick with years of practice, my hands let the knives fly and sink into three different dummies. All land where vital organs would be. Just to prove my impeccable accuracy, I sever a rope holding a boxing bag up from across the wide gym floor. The Gamemakers dismiss after I walk before to show that my performance was complete. When I walk out the door and into the hall, I find Cato sitting against the wall. I help him to his feet and we head to our level. We anxiously make small talk, telling each other about our session. When we get back to our quarters, a nice meal has already been laid out. Our mentors and escort sit and chat, greeting us as we take our seats. Cato and I repeat our tales of our adventures in the sessions, giving detail to satisfy our curious team. They seem pleases enough, but they won't be completely happy until they see our scores. We head to the living room and sit in front of the TV. I choose a seat next to Lucy, Cato sits opposite of me by Brutus.

It seems that the Capitol anthem takes forever, but Claudius Templesmith eventually comes on to announce our scores. Marvel's picture pulls up on the screen, a silver 8 flashes beneath. Glimmer flounces up with the same score. I cross my fingers for Cato; scores can be life or death when it comes to getting sponsors. Cato's handsome face appears with a 9 bragging underneath. We all applaud and congratulate him on such an excellent score. Then it's my turn. I twist my hands in my lap until I see the 10 under my profile. I let out a triumphant laugh and clap my hands. Everyone pats me on the back and gives me their enthusiasm.

"You two better get some sleep," Brutus warns. "Tomorrow is preparations for the interviews, and you have no idea how exhausted that can get." Cato and I give everyone hugs goodnight, then I head off to my room. Cato follows close behind. He stops me in front of his door and I give him a hug. We congratulate each other one more time before closing our doors for the night.

I hope you all like it! :) Only one more chapter until the Games begin!