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"Please."

"Please?"

"Please."

There isn't a moment that passes when I wish you wouldn't have sent that letter. When I wish it could all be taken back. When I wish I went with you; across the District. A day away by train. Something my drunken father could never afford.

I should've been by your side since day one. But life doesn't work like that, now does it?

You should be the one to know. But I cannot express how I felt.

I didn't cry while I hugged him good by. But I didn't let him go when he demanded it, either. The only tears that came loose were small and hardly noticeable. They came through when Cato's eyes locked with mine as the train pulled away. I fought the urge to run after him.

That was when I was thirteen. I can still hear him yelling.

"Let me go!"

Dear Cato,

I miss you. I wish I would've gone with you to the other side of District 2. There's only six more months until we meet again.

Why won't you respond to my letters? I need you to know that they're what keeps me alive. I don't care if I sound weak. Since the moment we.. you know, I've realized that I can't live without you. I'm starting to worry that maybe my father has been finding my letters in the mailbox and throwing them out.

I love you, Cato. Please, please write me back.

Sincerely,

Clove Sauer

Clove,

I'm coming home early. There's something you need to know. I'll be at the train station, Saturday at about seven AM.

Cato

This single letter was all it took to make my small fourteen year-old heart dare to stop. I looked at the clock. 6:45 AM. And it was a Saturday.

Ever since we'd started writing each other, I would get the mail every other day right after the mailman dropped it off. I stood up, off of my bed, and quickly brushed my hair and put it in a ponytail. Soon, I had on running shorts and a soft, black jacket covering my tank top. But I ended up shrugging it off, because I'd forgotten my bra. Once I had myself situated, I slipped on some tennis shoes and was on my way.

Jogging to the train station took me about twenty five minutes. But when I sprinted the entire four miles, I got there in ten. I checked my phone's clock. Seven. Just then, the train pulled in, almost as if it teleported right in front of me.

A few moments passed, and Cato emerged with the same backpack he'd had on when he had left. He had changed. A lot. He was probably 6' 3", nearly a whole foot taller than me, and had bulked up. His legs were nicely toned, his arms buff, and I had no doubt in my mind that he sported a six pack. When our eyes locked – not before I could examine his face, though, which was very handsome – he stopped moving. The world seemed to be frozen. Then, she stepped out from behind him.

And I swear, she looked ten months pregnant. Like she was ready to burst. I knew for a fact that she was pregnant, because every where else, she was slim. I could tell that she was a Career, by the way she carried herself. And she had her (ugly) blonde and black hair back in a braid. Career girls commonly grow out their hair and have it tied back. If you're not a Career, you more often than not wear your hair down.

"Cato.." I said quietly. But he heard. Cato blinked, and then stepped aside so the – probably teenage – girl could see me. I looked away from him and stared at her.

"So, you're... what, Clove?" she sounded like she was growling. I know a bitch when I see one, and this was a Grade A Biotch.

I nodded and Cato came up to me, pulling me close. I lightly wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his chest. "Who is she?" I mumbled, so only Cato could hear.

We both sat down on a bench, and the Bitch went to the adjacent one. "She is Elaine. We're.. we're friends. But I.. I accidentally got her... pregnant."

My eyes widened. "You... you got... her.. I... Cato..." I couldn't form a sentence. Elaine appeared out of nowhere just then.

"Is it that hard to understand that he got me pregnant? We had sex. What would you expect form two people dating?" Her voice was snobby, and she spoke to me as if I was retarded. I wanted to smack her – before killing her slowly and painfully with the dagger Cato made for me.

"Go away. I want to talk to him by myself." She rolled her eyes and walked away, her high heels echoing on the pavement. "So... you were dating her... and decided to give her a fucking child?" My voice was filled with fury.

"Clove, it was an accident." Cato put two hands on my shoulders as if I was about to get up and throw the bench across the road. "It was peer pressure. Not what we had, Clove."

"Not what we had." I repeated him in a monotone voice, refusing to look at him. "Why did you even bring her here?"

"Her parents kicked her out when she told them. Elaine's due to have her baby in a few days, so she'll have it and then return to the Capitol."

"The Capitol? Huh. I thought she sounded like an asshole."

"Clove!" he put a hand over my mouth. "She won't even be in our business. She's going to have her kid and then go back. And she has relatives here, so we don't need to worry about her being on the streets."

"Our business? I'm not planning on having anything to do with her. Because apparently, we're back to square one." I stood up, away from Cato. I waved at both of them with a broad smile, and said in a Capitol accent, "See you later, friends."

"Wait!" I was pulled backwards by Cato's hands, roughly gripping my shoulders and spinning me towards him before I could get farther away. "Wait. All I need to do is make sure Elaine gets to a taxi. Then she'll be with her cousins, and out of the way. Then we need to talk things over."

I was mad at him. Pissed off. Why did he come back just for her? Obviously because she wouldn't be nice enough to get someone to take her to her cousins' home. I looked over at her, and noticed her stepping into a taxi with all her luggage. "Looks like you two are already split up." I murmured when he turned to see the cab drive away. We sat back down on the bench.

"Clove, I - "

"If I would've gotten knocked up when we had sex, would you have come back here?" I growled.

"Give me a reason why I wouldn't have come back."

"Because you were too busy fucking sluts like her!" I had finally snapped. "You left me for two whole years, only to come back when some bitch you gave a baby to got kicked out of her house! That's shit, Cato! Mother fucking bull SHIT!"

"Clove, I know, I left you here. I should've never, ever had sex with her... She got the upper hand and – "

"Stop blaming it on that ass wipe! It's your fault, Cato. Your fault!" I hyperventilated, using all my energy on him through my yelling.

"What did you want to hear, Clove? It's like you loved me so much that you didn't hardly ever look at another guy! Like you thought I was the only one for you, and you for me! Well that's not how the world works, and I know that's not how you work, Clove! I bet you were banging five guys a month!"

"Cato!" My eyes widened. I felt tears welling up behind them, too. I just stared at him, my jaw hung open. "I... I thought it was only you, Cato. I haven't spoken to another guy since you left."

"Yeah right. For all I know, you're a prostitute!"

"CATO!" I swung a fist back and it hit him square in the eye, knocking him back. I felt my sadistic personality take over, and I held back a satisfactory grin when I heard him thud against the pavement. "I used to think it was only you. But now, I never want to see you again. Go back to fucking your Capitol bitches." I kicked him in the ribs as hard as I could for good measure.

I began to jog away, towards home. I soon heard his footsteps behind me. I tore my jacket open, nearly breaking the zipper, and whipped out the dagger he handcrafted for me. In one swift motion, it was lodged in his left shoulder – straight to the hilt. He grunted, holding back pain, and tried his best to not fall to his knees. I went over to him and slowly pulled out the knife.

Then, I single handedly pushed him down onto the pavement once again. I straddled him, my feet and lower calves pressing his arms down. I pulled up his shirt and saw my signed name. "I have half a mind to cut out the chunk of skin this is on, dear Cato."

"Clove," he whispered. I knew he was in pain. "Please."

"Please?" I said softly back to him.

"Please." Cato gulped. "I love you, Clove."

"Bull shit." I replied, and slashed my knife across his abs. I watched as the blood began to trickle to the cut's surface. "No worries. It's not enough to kill you. Unless you want it to be." I wiped the blood off of the knife on his pants. And finally, after tracing my index finger over the blade, I threw it as hard as I could into a tree.

Since tree bark is thicker than flesh, I was happily surprised when it sank into the hilt. He'll have a hard time getting the dagger out of that tree. I thought. From now on, a sad Cato meant a happy Clove.

But then, I was on my back, and a bleeding Cato pinned me down. His crimson blood dripped onto my shirt.

"You are her friend, right?"

"So what?"

"Friends don't get other friends pregnant. Let alone have sex with them!" I yelled, and tried to get my knee into his crotch, but it couldn't find its way there.

"Is that what this is about?" Cato whispered.

"Friends don't kiss friends, either, Cato," I choked out, holding back tears.

"You think I don't know you had a replacement for me? That was a one time thing. I've changed. But I'll tell you this: When I had sex with Elaine, I was thinking of you."

"That's fucking sick, Cato. Sick. I thought we were more than friends. That you were the only one." I shot daggers at him with my soulless eyes. "It was always you."

He stayed over me for a moment, before working up enough blood in his mouth to finally spit in my face. Cato's eyes showed regret, but his expression showed hate. "You're being weak, Sauer." He stood up and kicked me in the ribs before walking off.

A/N: Okay. Started with Dear John at this chapter. Sorry. And I was so confused while I was writing this... I don't even know. I just sort of went at it, you know? Don't be surprised if I take this down and post a different – BETTER – chapter, or if the next chapter is the best one in the history of fan fiction. But the first thing I said is the most likely outcome. Review!