And here is part two! Same things as before, song lyrics in italics, speaking bold. This is the end, so yeah, but read it, review it if you like it, just let me know what you think! I have ideas for other Clato fics but not sure if I'll write them unless you guys want me to. Just lemme know!

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and i've lost who i am
and i can't understand
why my heart is so broken
rejecting your love
without love gone wrong
lifeless words carry on
but i know all i know
is that the end's beginning

The boy with the sword was unsure. He never thought he would be in situation like this. Of all of the children in the district, they had called her name. He then found himself volunteering. It was not uncommon for volunteers to step forward but...everyone knew how much they both talked about wanting to go in that no one dared try and stop them. What no one knew was how much more they wanted to be together. But he was Cato, he had to win, but he wouldn't be able to kill her, and he couldn't even bring himself to hope that someone else did. He knew, deep down that either he would die, or they both would.

They were left alone by their mentor's and he turned to the girl with the knives, but no matter what he said, she wouldn't even look at him. She stared at the wall like it was a living thing and she was going to kill it. He was so lost. What would they do? Neither of them had said those words but...they almost didn't need to be said, but now. It was all gone, it was all out the window and when she finally did look at him, he wished she hadn't, for the look in her eyes was one he wished he had never seen.

who i am from the start
take me home to my heart
let me go and i will run
i will not be silent
all this time spent in vain
wasted years wasted gain
all is lost hope remains
and this war's not over

He sat with her in silence as they watched the other tributes interviews. He mostly wasn't paying attention until the boy from district twelve began on his crush act. He almost scoffed and shook his head when really he was just upset. That could have been him, professing his love to her, all of Panem would have seen it, but would they have loved them for it? Their district would have shaken their heads and mentor's and sponsors would have thought them weak. They were not weak, why said love made you weak?

Cato never felt stronger than when he was fighting for her. All those times during training, when a boy would make a comment about a girl would never be as strong as him or as good as him. Everyone just thought it was Cato being, well, Cato and picking a fight wherever he could, but it was always for her. Because he loved her. But there was no more time for that, for soon enough...the games were beginning.

there's a light there's a sun
taking all shattered ones
to the place we belong
and his love will conquer all

He heard her calling, he almost had the fox of a girl when he heard it. He stopped and the girl kept running, he would have to get her later, he turned and ran back to the cornucopia. He saw it through the few trees at the edge, the tall dark boy running, grabbing two packs and was gone, and the girl on fire, bleeding but alive, grab her pack and leave as well, and there she was, the girl with the knives called his name again. "CLOVE!" He ran to her, he fell beside her and grabbed her hand, begging her to stay with him, he didn't care what all of Panem thought anymore, he was losing her, she was too far gone, but he had to stay with her, he heard her words and a sad smile graced his face. "I love you too..." He wasn't even sure if she heard him, but then she was gone. Her eyes got wide, but not out of fear or anything, it was almost in the way that when you look at something so amazing that you can't believe it's real. He stayed there for as long as he could stand before he knew he had to go.

Rage filled his body like it never had before, if they thought he was a ruthless killer before...they had never seen him fight for Clove before, but they would now. He chased down the one who killed her and made short work of him. He took the pack and hoped that whatever was inside plus killing the one who killed her would make it worth it, would sort of avenge her death, but it didn't. He couldn't deal with it. Two suits were in the bag, armor, it would protect him, and it could have protected her. He put his own on before making his way back to her. She still lay there, they hadn't come for her yet, but he knew they would soon, it was getting dark and that was when they would come. He dressed her in the armor and held her hand once more before he headed off into the forest. He would kill them all, but not because he wanted to win anymore. He wasn't sure he would last long outside of this arena after everything, without her. He wanted them to feel the pain she felt, he wanted them to die.

There he stood, holding lover boy, knowing that at this point he would not win. He was covered in blood, some dried, some not. He didn't care, he wanted to join her now, he was waiting for it. The arrow shot into his hand and he fell and fought off the mutts for a while when he realized something. The one that currently lunged at him, it's eyes. He felt like he was looking into her very eyes at that moment and his sword fell from his hands. If he was going to die, at least this mutt was hers. The armor though, it protected him, and he cried and screamed, wanting to die, so he could see her again.

He never thought he would beg the girl on fire to kill him, but he said that word. "Please", and he was gone. He saw the light for just a moment and saw her face in it and smiled. His eyes closed, he would be with her soon, and it didn't matter what came next. If heaven or hell existed, or if he would just spend eternity in limbo or purgatory, but all he knew was that he would be with her again.