|Author's Note| Yes, it's me again. I just wanted to say, this chapter like spilled out some feelings I've been having for a bit, and I just needed to let them free. I didn't plan for the chapter to turn out this way, but my feelings took over. I promise, if you don't like it, I'll keep away the love story for a little, but just have hints here and there. Once again, sorry.

The stars eventually took over across the sky, but the Capitol was still restless. Throngs of people cheered stories below from District 4's lounge floor, causing young Misty to watch with wonder at the tall buildings that soar to reach the height of theirs. It was a wonderful evening, really, but the young girl was overwhelmed with the thoughts of blood being spilled on soft flower petals and blades of grass. A dinner was provided before the sun disappeared below the horizon, and the three were carried from a brightly lit building, where they were pampered into whimsical outfits, to the Tribute Building, which ironically had a tapestry of the President, with his five o' clock shadow and ruby glasses, holding the globe where Panem was held carefully in delicate hands. The outfits were extremely unique with District 1's lavishing wears to District 12's dark, almost gothic drapes.

Cater, of course, was dashing in his navy blue and silver Fishermen's outfit, and Fang complimented him with his ruby and black outfit. The girl, though, was stunning as a diamond, precious with the graceful blue and white frilly dress that gave her the appearance of the ocean itself. The crowds had cheered with awe, and President Sparklez may have even rose a brow at the jewel of District 4 as the midnight strode her off. Many tributes were snobby brats, but a select few seemed to be too friendly.

Now as Misty stares across the vast city, tears begin to form in her dimly lit eyes. They're taking you away from everything you ever had in District 4. She shifts in irritation, stifling a scream that bursts inside of her, careful not to wake the others. Edward had already warned her that if something too loud happened, that the guards may seize her to a mental institution for a bit, away from everyone. Away from Fang. Away from Cater. And, of course, it didn't help that Adaline is staying here as well. Adaline. The girl who had survived the Survival Games, and now will be helping them mentor. She told the trio that tomorrow would be exhausting, waiting for how they rated by their skills. What skills do I even possess?

The door to the room slides open, almost silently, but the eerie silence, besides the crowd below, was too quiet for anything to not be heard. The girl doesn't move, but continues to watch the city below, tears now gone as she curls up against one wall of the nook for the window. She decided to sleep there instead, since fear of iron chains holding her down brimmed in her mind.

"Yeah?" Misty whispers, "Who's up at this hour?"

Seconds pass before the young girl turns after no response. Soft eyes gaze over her before sitting down in front of her in the nook. Misty tucks her legs to the side, making room for the intruder, back against her pillow, curled up in a blanket. The moon's light reflects silver in the eyes of the man as messy strands of dark hair stick every which way.

"I figured you'd still be up pondering on the next few days to come. You gotta stop worrying." Arms extend out and wrap the girl in a long embrace.

Pulling away after a bit, Misty lets out a sigh, "You do realize I'll be dead in a couple of days, Cater?" She stares at the man for awhile before turning her attention towards the city lights, "Sometimes, I wonder what the Nether would really be like."

Cater shifts uneasily, "Nothing will happen to you as long as I'm around."

The two sit in silence for awhile. Seconds go by, then a minute, and soon nearly a half hour before the young girl shifts her attention back towards him.

"Do you seriously love me?" The girl expressionlessly questions.

With a big shift, the man brings the young girl into his arms, holding her close against his chest. Misty, in return, closes her eyes softly, tears burrowed below screaming to be released.

"Of course I do. I didn't want myself to leave this world without telling you." He whispers softly, kissing the top of her head, "If I had things my way, I would've told you everything over a relaxing sunset on the beach. You'd have the most beautiful smile on your face with your blonde waves down your back..."

Cater trails off as he begins to ramble on about the planned date, but sorrow just piles inside of the young girl laying in his arms. Hatred and overwhelming depression begins the course through icy blood, causing her to shiver.

"Mist-"

"I-I'm sorry, it's just, I can't lose you..." Misty sits up and scoots back to where she was sitting, looking at the man with blurred eyes, "I can't be with you the last days of my life. It kills me to see you because I know in a couple of days I'll be watching you be ripped away from me. I just can't do this anymore..." She begins sobbing, turning away from Cater.

With now weak arms, the man picks her up with her frosty blue blanket, and sets her down on her bed, tucking her in. With a gentle hand, he wipes stray blonde curls away from her delicate face, tears still staining her cheeks with eyes shut tightly closed. He looks at her for awhile, the clock now, in crimson red numbers reads 2:30 AM.

"Am I allowed to request one last thing?" The young man asks, calm with his tears hiding below the surface as he kisses her forehead.

With her body trembling, Misty looks towards the man, hand reached up towards his face as she cups a side with her tiny hand.

"Y-Yeah?"

The man sits down by her, trying to smile, "Never let go."

Before the young girl can respond, the two's lips meet once again. You have to stop now, the young girl thinks, but only wraps her arms around Cater's neck, bringing him closer to her. Hands meet her waist delicately. Misty, you need to pull away, you'll only get hurt. Her tiny hands meet soft skin of his shoulders. Pull. Away. Now. Thoughts scream at her, but stop as Cater pulls away. Their eyes meet for seconds, but the man takes two steps back.

"Cater, why do you have to only make this harder?" Misty finally whispers, fists clutching onto the blanket.

"I didn't mean-"

"Yes you did!" The girl trembles, sitting up quickly as she launches herself from the bed to tackle him down.

Surprised, the man remains dead still as the emotional Misty softly pounds a fist on his chest, sobbing harder before she clutches her face, hiding it.

"Misty..."

"I just want someone to explain to me why this has to happen to me! Why can't I live a normal life with normal people and normal...normal..." Tears stream down the young girl's face as she collapses on top of Cater, crying hard.

"If everything was normal, then life would be too easy, now, would it?" He keeps the girl close to him as tears stain his shirt.

After a couple of minutes, Misty finally sits up and looks at Cater, hands on the sides of his face, "Cater, I love you so much, I'm just lost on what I should do." She buries her face against his chest, "If our love is meant to end in the most tragic way, then so be it. We'll just show the Captiol that we'll soar like the Mockingjay had, no matter if it's the last time we breath on this Earth."

With a small smile, Cater sits up and carefull holds Misty in his arms, "Well you won't be the Mockingjay with that softness, but you always will be my gracious dove." He kisses the the girl for awhile, the time now passing an hour, then two.

With Misty now sound asleep with a small smile spread across her face in tranquility, Cater brings her back to her bed. Watching the young girl sleep for awhile, he slides in as well and holds her close, drifting into a deep sleep as well to get his half hour of rest. Off to the corner, a red light disappears, and a small camera rotates away from the couple back towards the sliding door where a shadow disappears with its contents.