There might not be an update for two weeks. Next week I have midterms and the week after I am getting surgery. Any update that does come is going to be a short one.


Eight

Secrets

And as, Time began to wander, You stood there for a while
And as, Your heart grew fonder, He took away your smile,
Kicking stones, between your shoes, You whistled not a note
Time spend dissecting, Every song he'd ever wrote
And now your, hair is saturated
And your heart has been invaded,
And now you join the line,
Of those who, didn't make their move in time

Clove

As January turned to February and February turned to March and March into April Enobaria showed up less and less. Throughout February and into March when she did appear she always looked like she was going to throw up and several times she did. In April we saw her all of twice, she looked better, but she wasn't wearing the training clothes she usually did she wore a sweat shirt that was much too large, but the training pants. By the time the First of May rolled around I was getting jumpy, worried she wouldn't be there at all before reaping day. Then on the second she was there.

She and Brutus walked into training like nothing had happened. Both wearing the training clothes they usually did and both looking healthy. Everyone shrugged it off, everyone except me. When the time for my private training session came I turned on her.

"Where have you been?" I asked.

"I've been ill." She said.

"So ill you left me with him for five months?" I asked pointing to Brutus.

"Well that hurt…" Brutus said. "I thought I did a pretty good job."

"Shut it blondie!" We both snapped.

"Shutting it." Brutus muttered.

"I've got personal reasons for being gone Clove!" Enobaria snapped.

"So what are they?" I asked.

"I've told you I was ill!" She snapped.

"for Five months?! And another three before you started disappearing?!" I rolled my eyes.

I honestly believed that if Brutus' hadn't done what he had I wouldn't have made it to the reaping. Enobaria lunged but before she could get anywhere Brutus grabbed her waist and pulled her back, but she was kicking and fighting the entire way.

"I would lay off a bit if I was you Clove!" Brutus said as he struggled to hold on to Enobaria who had tried to bite him. Brutus yelped as Enobaria did sink her teeth into his arm. He let go and she released him. I noticed the other bite marks going up his arms, most of them scars. Enobaria glared at me, then at Brutus and walked away.

"Well, she's um… mad." I said.

"Yeah, damn, second time in the last month." He sighed. "I'm going to get stitches again, throw knives or something."

I took his advice and went to the knife throwing station. Enobaria was sitting behind the knife throwing targets rubbing her temples.

"Um, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Huh? Oh sorry Clove I haven't slept in a week." She yawned.

"Why?" I asked.

"Personal reasons." She stood up. "Now get to work."

I decided it was best to listen to her since she seemed to be in a bad mood. I sighed and picked up my knives and began to train. I soon disappeared in the lull of the repeated thud! Thud! Thud! Of the knives hitting the targets. Soon enough the sight of Brutus talking to Enobaria drags my line of thought away.

He stood in front of her and concerned expression on his face, She looked up at him defiantly as though she wasn't happy with what was going on. In the end their exchange seemed to sadden Enobaria a bit but she agreed to whatever Brutus had said.

When training ended Cato and I met up to walk home together. He took my hand and we slowly walked home along the trail that is so familiar to us. Suddenly Cato drags me off the trail and kisses me.

"Clove?" He asks.

"Yes Cato?" I say.

"No matter what the next few weeks bring us just understand no matter which one of us makes it out of the arena, I love you." He whispers.

"I-I love you to Cato." I whispered as we went back to the trail. "Cato?"

"Yeah Clove?" He said.

"Do you think this is what happened to Enobaria and Brutus? They just fell in love all at once, and they didn't know what do to with it?" I asked.

"Maybe, but I think it would've hit Brutus first. He's not as much of a train as Enobaria." Cato replied.

"A train?" I asked.

"Like you, you just keep going and going and going with no regarded for where you're going only once you've gotten there do you think about what you've left behind." He answers.

"Oh." I whispered.

What I didn't know at the time was that he was right. All too right.


I will see you all next time in "Reaping"