Cato's Regret

Thresh was easy to kill, well not easy but nothing compared to having to kill Katniss. Her eyes had jolted open and her hand gripped tightly to my jacket. She looked up at me, her mouth just slightly open. Her eyes teared up as she looked at me. She raised her hand shakily and unattached her pin shoving it into my own hand that wasn't clutching her body to mine. 'Prim' she mouthed then she closed her eyes, rested her head on my shoulder and passed in silence.

My sword was covered in her blood, my hands were covered in her blood, I was covered in her blood. It didn't wash off either, not in the lake, or the shower in the hovercraft or the shower in the Capital.

Caesar Flickerman's interview just seemed taunting, he had the gall to ask if my love for her, my love, was a game play.

The victory tour, that was worse. The twelve year old girl looking up at me, her big blue eyes overflowing with tears as she wondered how she would survive now. Stepping from the stage and placing the pin in her hand as her mother glared at me.

But this is what happened, it's how life worked, we couldn't both live, we just couldn't. God knows that I wanted to spend my life with her, forever waking up to her.

It was hardest right now, right now as I laid awake in my huge bed in a house in Victor's Village. Staring out my window at the dark night sky. The bed was too big, the bed was too empty. There was just enough space for Katniss to fit snuggled beneath my arms.

I took a deep breath and in the moments that were scariest for me I closed my eyes and imagined her. I was always good at visualizing, you had to be in order to kill, you just stared at a person and imagined they were a dummy. So now I stroked the hair of a girl that I had killed and tucked her close beneath my arm. I inhaled and imagined a certain dirty smell, it was the smell of Seam on her. There were showers at the Capitol but she didn't use them that much. I held her close replaying that moment over and over again. I stabbed her, I killed her, my own hands killed my happiness. Because that was the truth of it. I didn't kill a competitor, I didn't kill Katniss Everdeen, not just her anyways, I killed my happiness. I killed half of myself.

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AN: Ok this is really the last chapter (unless God strikes me with divine inspiration(or more realistically a reviewer )). I did write this though so I hope you like it, it shows Cato's regret so I hope you like it!