Chapter Ten

"I hate him!" She criesout angrily, throwing the cup she'd been holding tightly. It breaks into pieces as it hits the wall. I raise an eyebrow.

"What happened to the 'calm' rage you bragged about before the games?" I ask. She glares daggers at me.

"The same that happened to the violent behaviour you had when you were angry." Sne sneers, but then sighs. "I shouldn't say stuff like that when we're here. After all, they let both of us win and they'll let us live." I shrug.

"Yeah, but what life? No offence, but I hadn't even got to the point of thinking about marriage, and now we have no choice? We better start practicing to look like we're really in love" I say.

"As if you didn't knew how to do that already." She mutters, and I'm not sure I was supposed to hear. I sigh, considering to leave. I didn't ask for this, but I know she didn't do either.

We first came here with the intentions of killing each other, and now we're being married and made a very public couple, and besides that we're also gonna have two babies. Not one, but two. Besides all that, the President ordered us to stay in the Capitol until Clove gives birth. When she's able to leave the hospital, we'll have a small apartment here. When the kids are born, and we're married, we'll be able to leave and go back to our District. I'm not sure if I'm looking forward to it or not.

"It suck that they rescheduled the victory tour." Clove murmurs grumpily. I know she'd been looking forward to stand there, looking at her sister from who she stole the honor of competing in the Hunger Games. I'm not sure wheter or not I'm excited, I mean, I was planning to stand there alone, but now I'm gonna stand there with a wife and a couple kids, before I'm even 19.
It wasn't quite what I'd expected would come from winning the games.

We stay in silence, and I look at Clove, who's playing absent mindedly with a knife. Where the heck she got it from, I have no clue. I like her, I know this feeling. Well, I'm pretty sure 'I love her' would be correct too. But I just can't admit it, especially not know, when we're bound to be. Now that my choice has been taken away, I don't know if I'm gonna tell her. She'll just think I'm playing the game.

"Cato." She suddenly says, and I'm ripped out of my thoughts.

"Mmh?" I reply, looking at her. Her eyes are focused on the knife in her hands.

"Do you think it would have been more fair if the 12's had won? Would they be truly happy to do what we're gonna have to?" She asks, still only looking at the knife. I'm a bit surprised by her question, but I know what she's talking about. I never thought she would be one to feel guilt, but it's just too obvious. And if it has to be said, I don't think I would've killed the couple if I hadn't needed too.

"I don't know. Maybe, maybe not. I didn't know them any better than you did." I reply, shrugging once more. Clove finally looks up, a smile which isn't really a smile is plastered on her lips.

"Remember how much we hated her from the start? How obsessed we were with killing her?" I do remember. But I don't want to think about it. I haven't felt guilt before, not even that time when I accidentally killed another boy in the training camp. Sure I did regret it, but only because I wasn't allowed to train for 2 months. I felt nothing about killling the boy. But the fact that this girl and boy had loved each other, and still died because of me. It felt just a tiny little bit wrong. Even if she had an 11 in score, it wasn't enough to beat us. I can feel my lips curl into a smile, and I think it's pretty much an imitation of Clove's.

"It's not like I don't like you, or anything. I'd just like to make that choice by myself - Not because I'm told that I have to." I tell her, sitting down on her bed. She smiles again, for real now.

"I know. You don't like to be told around, so why would this be any different? You're not very good at expressing your feelings, but I can tell that you didn't lie to me before. When you do, your nose does such an annoying wrinkle thing." She replied. I looked at her for a little while.

"You learned so much about me, in such a short time." I murmur. She makes room for me, and I crawl into the bed, which is only meant for one person. She ends up lying halfways on top of me, but I don't care.

"What we did in the arena, was something we had to do. I'd prefer if they'd lived, but that would've meant your dead. And the children's." I gently place a hand on her belly. The small bump isn't really visible yet, but I can feel it.

"I know." She sighs. "We did what we had to do, in order to survive."

I wrap my arms around her in a protective way, and hold her close.

"And you know, since we were able to survive the arena, I'm sure we'll be able to survive this as well." She nods slowly in agreement. I close my eyes and allow myself to rest. She falls asleep first, but it doesn't take long before I drift off to sleep as well.

I dream that I'm standing in front of the whole Capitol, in a tux. Everybody's cheering and screaming in joy, but I'm confused and all alone, not knowing what to do. Then I hear the sound of a baby crying. Someone from the crowd holds up a baby, and tries to give it to me. I take it, confusedly, when another baby is also placed on my arm. I'm doing my best not to scream, when she appears. She's small, but she's beautiful. In a big white gown, she walks through the crowd and stands in front of me, taking one of the babies of my arm. We both have one arm free, and she takes my hand. Then I smile. I know it'll be alright, if she's there with me.

A/N: So sorry for the long wait! D:
My webconnection sucks! Luckily my step-dad managed to finish it so I could upload this now ._. Sorry, again!

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