"Goodbye Cato." I cry as tears stream across my cheeks. Mom stands in silence behind me wearing all black like me as I lay down a single red rose that I picked from the vase inside the home in victors village, on top of Cato's enclosed hands.
The peacekeepers were all around along with the many cameras that buzzed around. It seemed like seconds ago when I walked out that morning and tripped over his foot and fell face first on his cold corpse, embraced by the glittering snow.
Peacekeepers and other victors ran to my screams in the village to find me crying over Cato's body. I held onto his hand screaming for him to come back. I don't want to be alone. Mom still hasn't said a word since we watched Clove died in the games. I feel like I had already lost her and now Cato is gone.
He was the only thing that still reminded me of Clove and now he's gone too. Healers said he was mad, beyond repair, they said it was only a matter of time that he would give up.
They lied to me and mom.
All the healers we went to gave him at least four years before the horrors of the games would set in and he would lose the last bit of sanity he had left (Though I doubt he had any left). Well they lied, he only lasted three months. Even then all he did was sit next to Clove's tombstone talking to the air, crying, screaming, and then just lying against the head of the grave striking the dirt.
When he was at home that was no better; he barely eat and when he did he only insisted to eat Clove's favorite foods, he threw her old knives at the wall, and then he just wrecked his room screaming profanities at an invisible president Snow. Over and over I kept hearing him scream "I hate you, Capitol."
At night he was no better. I would be jolted awake by him screaming in fear for Clove. He was begging to be forgiven. I would climb out of bed and sit next to him and would hum the lullaby Clove would sing when I had nightmares.
I can remember him calling me Clove so many times when I did that. Sometimes I thought Cato was my grasp on my sister but that now that I lost him I know it is no longer true. I was the living memory of Clove. I looked like her, I acted like her, I even threw knives like her.
Clove and I were not that different.
Now that I think about it I'm glad Cato died. I would just be a walking reminder of who he loved and lost. As of now I'm staring at his face cleaned of the snow and he was just smiling up at whatever he was thinking about before he died I couldn't help but smile past my tears. I leaned down and kissed his forehead "Say hi to Clove for me." I whispered.
His death unraveled the Capitol. They had no victor to flounce in the faces of the dead families. Just like I was Cato's reminder of Clove he was the reminder to the world of the twenty three children who will never feel their mother's embrace, or kiss their loved ones. Katniss and Peeta died together, sadly it took Cato months to return to the one he loves.
"It may be hers but I think you need it more than I do." I said calmly before reaching around my neck and giving Cato her necklace. "I don't need it anymore." I can feel Cato and Clove staring down at me, holding my shoulders. They were whispering in my ears:
"I love you."
Well here we are, the final chapter of Worlds Away. I'm glad you guys enjoyed it, I know I had a superb time writing this fanfiction. I'm actualy very sad to say goodbye to Cato and Clove myself. I hoped you enjoyed my writing and who knows maybe I'll write another fanfiction you will come to enjoy. Who knows. Thank you all! :D
