12 tributes were dead and five were injured. Cato had actually killed 6, Chase had killed 3 and Marvel had killed 2 and one with Chase. Glimmer had killed one and had managed to wound 3 severely. Maya had wounded 2 and she was the only one who wasn't proud of drawing blood in the bloodbath. The tribute who were remaining were Marvel, Glimmer, Cato, Daffodil, Chase, Maya, Foxface, Thresh, Rue, Katniss, Peeta, and the girl from 8. They sat around a fire, laughing and mocking the dead tributes. Cato noticed how Daffodil was quiet. Her eyes were watery and her face was turned towards the fire. He scooted closer to her and pulled her to his chest while placing an arm around her waist. "Hey, what's wrong?" Cato asked, his voice soft. Daffodil shook her head. "Nothing. Nothing at all."

Cato raised an eyebrow but before he could say anything, Marvel stood up. "Did you guys hear that?"

The Careers fell silent. Then it came again, a soft rustling. Daffodil's stomach churned. Another death. She knew it was coming. And she didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to think of the poor tribute whose only mistake was crossing the Careers' path. Marvel was the one to spot the tribute and he actually laughed after he threw the spear straight through her. He laughed. After killing an innocent girl and he would probably not even lose sleep over it. However, Daffodil lost sleep over it. After all of the Careers had fallen asleep, Daffodil got up and slowly crept through the forest. She stopped besides the river and felt the cool night breeze. It was getting cold. But she liked it. She always preferred winters to summers. Cato had teasingly stated that that was because she was cold blooded. Another light breeze hit her and she remembered a time when it was snowing in District 2.

A five year old Daffodil was running in the snow. More snowflakes fell on her and she smiled and danced in the white fluff. Suddenly she was hit on the head with a snowball. She knew it was him, the annoying twit Cato. He was always making fun of her. He laughed and picked up another ball of snow. This time it hit Daffodil on the cheek. She frowned. The snow stung her face. She wished she could see Cato so that she could whack him one too. She was hit by another snowball which was followed by a witty remark.

"Hey Daffy duck! Can't dodge can you? Oops, I forgot! You're just a blind idiot!" Cato laughed. It hurt. Daffodil ran back home as angry tears ran down her cheeks. She tripped twice but managed to stand up again. Her mother found her in her room, crying besides her bed. "Sweetie, what's wrong?" She asked. Daffodil wiped her tears. "Mommy why can't I see?"

Her mother sighed. She knew Cato had been teasing Daffodil again. It was almost a hobby for him. "You know Flower, just because you can't see, that doesn't mean you can allow Cato to hurt your feelings."

"But Mommy, he hit me with snowballs. Three times. It hurt."

Her mother hugged her and rubbed her back. "It'll be alright, sweetheart."

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Her parents had died suddenly. No one told Daffodil and Drake how they died. Daffodil was 13 and Drake was 2. Everyone attended the funeral. Daffodil wasn't surprised. Her parents had been well-known in District 2. Daffodil had cried. She had cried a lot but she had also been strong for her younger brother. Everyone had tried to convince Daffodil to put Drake in the care of their Uncle and Aunt but Daffodil had refused. She wasn't going to have them separated. She took over the shop her parents used to run. It was difficult, especially with a two year old, but Daffodil managed. She managed it well. And everyone bought from that shop. Was it the merchandise or was it Daffodil's kindness that made that shop the most popular in District 2, no one knew. It was a Saturday morning. Daffodil had been running the shop for 3 years now. Her birthday was that day. Not that she was planning on doing anything. 5 year old Drake sat on the counter and was coloring. He was making his elder sister a card. That was enough for Daffodil. She kissed his cheek and told him she would be right back. She walked out of the shop after having Mack take over. She went to the florist and got two bouquets of Daffodils. She walked to the cemetery and stopped in front of her parents' graves, only knowing by tracing the names with her finger. She placed a bouquet on each grave before sitting down and wiping the dust off of the gravestones. And then she allowed the tears to come. She was lonely. She wanted the hugs that her mother gave her and the jokes her father told even though they weren't even that funny. She wanted her mother's cooking and her father's stories. She missed them. She cried for a while until she heard someone cough behind her. She got up and wiped her tears. "Hey." The person said and Daffodil didn't need three guesses to know it was Cato. She ignored him and quickly dusted off her knees. She grabbed her sweater and began walking out of the cemetery. Cato grabbed her arm and stopped her but stayed silent.

"What? No comments? No Daffy duck? No blind freak?" Daffodil snapped. She pulled her arm away.

"Look, I'm sorry for calling you those names." Cato said. His voice sounded hurt.

"No, I'm sorry. For ever thinking that you could be my friend. For ever trying to be nice to you. Because it didn't work. You still teased me. Leave me alone."

"Daffodil, I'm really, really sorry." Cato handed her a red gift wrapped box. "Happy birthday. I just hope you can forgive me."

Before Daffodil could reply, she felt Cato's lips on her cheek. He kissed her for a moment before pulling away. Daffodil was too shocked to say anything. And then she walked away. He had given her a bracelet. A bracelet that had small flowers hanging down from the silver chain. Daffodil found it beautiful. And she wore it everyday.

Daffodil smiled at the memory. She felt two strong arms wrap around her from the back. Someone placed their chin on Daffodil's shoulder. She reached up and felt Cato's face, knowing it was him. She did it out of habit.

"What are you doing up?" Cato asked.

"Nothing. I couldn't sleep. I was just remembering the first present you gave me."

"The bracelet?" Cato took Daffodil's arm and pulled up the sleeve. He smiled when he saw it. "You still wear it."

"Yeah, I've always worn it."

Cato turned Daffodil around and kissed her. "I swear I'm going to get you out if here alive." He kissed her again and then she laid her head on his chest. "Okay Cato."