Title: Charity
Words: 705
Pairing: Clove x Cato
Point of view: Clove
It has been for a couple of weeks now. Every day at the same time of the day, he shows up in front of the district's Orphanage with two bags of still hot baguettes. I only know this because my house is right across the Orphanage. The children are waiting for him restlessly, and once he gets there, they hug him with joy. I've never seen something like that before. A 16 years old otherwise brute individual who is the son of a former Victor, using his father's money to buy bread for kids, instead of training all day long. In my opinion it is unusual… But special. I never thought I'd see him doing charity, let alone act so nice and caring. I swear I once saw him smiling wholeheartedly.
I found myself drawn towards this side of the brutal boy. It was like a magnet, and I couldn't help but wait patiently for him to show up while leaning against my window's frame every day.
Today, he is late. Normally he would already be here. I wait impatiently for him to appear at the corner of the street. The minutes pass by slowly and I become more and more anxious. At the other side of the street, the kids are already standing in the front of the door, eyeing the road with big, round eyes.
It is growing dark when finally a figure appears down in the end of the street, holding a large box in his hands. As the person approaches the Orphanage's entrance, the children jump up and down from happiness and I instantly know that it is him.
In the twilight I can barely make out the silhouette of the box's content. This time he brought clothes and different type of old toys. A smile inwardly appears at the corners of my lips.
I hear a pair of slippers softly brushing against the floor from outside. My door opens quietly and I recognize instantly my mother's breathing. I tear my eyes from the blond brute's frame and stare at my mother. She smiles warmly in my direction.
"May I come in?" I hesitate for a second, glancing outside my window for the last time, before nodding. She closes the door and tilts her head to the side. "You missed dinner. Are you alright?" She closes the distance between us with two long steps, and takes my cheeks in her hands. I sigh heavily. I guess I really took my time watching the children and Cato interact.
"I wasn't hungry." I lie, shifting uncomfortably under her nurturing gaze. Her eyes narrow and her arms fall to her sides. She turns around abruptly and leaves my room; only stopping for a moment in my doorway.
"I wish you'd tell the truth…" With a sigh, she closes the door. I know that I shouldn't have lied to her, but I can't possibly tell her I was waiting for a certain blond brute to appear. I shake my head and cross my arms. That would sound so cheese, but I think it's the truth.
I inhale deeply and turn my head in the direction of the Orphanage. The children are already inside, most likely dinning. But something puzzles me. Why is there a man standing in the middle of the street, staring in my direction?
With furrowed brows, I open my door and lean out. After a couple of second, I can depict every detail of the man's features. For some unknown reason, my heart starts pounding painfully hard in my chest. I take a deep breath and call out to him.
"What are you doing here, Cato?" He just stands there for another couple of moments, and then laughs dryly.
"Enjoying the most beautiful scenery I can imagine." I furrow my brows even further.
"There is nothing beautiful here, only… The sunset?" I ask unsure. He shakes his head. "Then what are you talking about? What kind of sight are you enjoying so much?" I huff in frustration.
"You." With only that, he turns around and soon I loose sight of him. My ears are burning awfully, and my cheeks feel as hot as a fireplace.
Did he just say I am beautiful?