Hey guys. I just took down the author's note. Short story: I got a review calling me a bitch for no reason. Well, I'm a human being with a complete set of feelings. I am a person, and would like to be treated the one. I deleted the review.

That was only for one special person. Not for all of you lovely, gorgoues, wonderful people.

Stop typing the author's note, Clover. They don't read it anyway. Shut up already.

Disclaimer:

Me: I don't own the Hunger Games.

Cato: No crap.

Me: How rude.

Katniss: Suzanne Collins wrote us. Not you. Everyone knows that.

Me: Geez sorry.

Clove: Shut up or I will cut off your head, along with your attitude.

Me: I'm sorry!

Finnick: I love you Clover. We should get married and live happily ever after!

Peeta and Cato at the same time: No! I want her!

Annie, Katniss, and Clove: What about us? What happened to y'all?

Me: I made them say that. Because I am awesome. You can't stop my typing, typing, typing!

Sorry. I haven't done a disclaimer and wanted to do something creative. No hate towards any of the people up there! I love them all. Anyway, on with the story.

Cato's Point Of View

I'm finally back in District Two. I missed Clove so much. I am a victor now and soon Clove will be too. We walk hand and hand towards my new house in Victors Village. My stuff is already there, along with Clove's. I had people move our stuff into the house before I came.

"Wow, this house is so big," Clove says walking onto the front porch. We walk inside and look around. Clove runs her hand across the painting of the capitol.

"What was it like?" Clove asks not turning around to look at me.

"Hard," I say.

Clove swings her head around to look at me.

"Killing all those innocent children. It's hard. It's hard to draw the line between who you are and who the capitol wants you to be, who you have to be. It's hard learning to look at yourself and know you are monster, a killing machine. It's hard to know that you are nothing but a puppet, a simple toy for the capitol to play with," I say locking eyes with Clove. I am nothing but a slave. Clove walks over and wraps her arms around me. Neither of us talk for a long time. Finally, I pull back from the hug.

"Do you know what the hardest part was though?" Clove shakes her head. "Being away from you," I say before smashing my lips to hers. I feel Clove smile and start to kiss me back.

We are interrupted by a knock at the door and then a female voice calling us.

"Cato? Clove? Are you two decent?" She asks through the door. Clove starts to laugh and I do too.

"Come in Enobaria," I yell. Enobaria walks in, peeking first to make sure we are clothed. Clove and I aren't like that.

"Hello Cato," Enobaria says greeting me. Then she turns to Clove. "I've heard a lot about you. And not just from Cato. I believe you are the next victor, are you not?"

"Indeed I am," Clove says standing tall and proud.

"Well, I am looking forward to being one of yours mentor. Cato will be the other. That's not the reason I came though. We need your help," She says motioning for us to sit down.

"Well, as you know the capitol is all over this story of your love. But some people believe that it is fake and just a way to use them for their money. To get sponsors. So the capitol is watching for you two to mess up. So everyone must believe beyond a shadow of doubt that you two are in love beyond words reach. Clove, are you willing to do some interviews and pose for the cameras and stuff like that?"

"Of course!" Clove says.

"That's not it," Enobaria says, studying our faces. "This doesn't end after the cameras leave."

Clove's face breaks out with shock. What? I don't understand.

Clove's Point Of View

I understand at once. If I want to make it out alive, I have to marry Cato and spend the rest of my life working my hardest to make people believe what is already true.

Sorry this is short. I am leaving this at a cliffhanger. Sorry.

God bless you my darlings, my dears.

Goodbye my beautiful little clovers.

With love,

Clover