At the end of the Games, Cato's last moments. And hopefully this is where this chapters going to stay.

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Cato, my friend

Part 8

-Cato's View-

I hobbled back to where I thought the Cornucopia was, or was it? I cant remember where I was supposed to go, I can't remember what I was supposed to be doing, but that glowing sunrise seemed to be guiding me, it felt warm and serene, so I moved towards it as fast as my broken and torn legs could take me. I lifted my hands to wipe away some blood from my eyes, but I realized my left hand was gone...Did I always have a left hand, was it ever there, and if it was there at some point where had it gone?

I remember wolfs...or something looking like wolfs. I fought them, I guess I won...if this is called winning. My body seemed weightless, like my broken bones and torn muscles no longer played a part in moving my body, but it seemed so peaceful now.

As the morning light began to grow brighter and warmer I realized that I was dying, my body was at the bottom of the Cornucopia fading away. In the last minutes of my life I wondered if any sort of god or heaven would take me. I hoped that this god would be merciful and forgiving, a trait I never showed anyone...well almost no one, and that's when I thought of him. That's when my thoughts drifted back to that messenger boy...what was his name? The skinny one...with tan skin and wavy black hair, what was his name?

I remember his red bag, and his red scarf. I remember the flower field past the outcropping where there was flowers I knew he loved. I remember the day I took a bottle of whiskey from my fathers study and shared a sip with him...I remember the two of us throwing it back up. I can remember the way we would dig up holes in my back yard and bury our toys and notes to ourselves, and three years later we would dig them up and laugh at how much we had changed. I laughed at myself, before the games we had buried one last capsule of things we'd liked, guess my friend...what was his name...whoever he was, he would have to look at those memories by himself.

I found it odd that I wasn't thinking of mom or dad, or Clove or anyone else but Errol...Errol? Was that his name? Yes, it must have been Errol, I cant stop from smiling whenever I think of it.

I wanted to see him, Errol, my friend.

I wanted to tell him that I really did love him, not in the way of a lover...or a brother or anything in between, but in the way that one loves another whom he simply cannot do without. That is how I loved Errol, and that is why I wanted to see him. I wanted to run around the city trying to catch him again, I wanted to see him go red whenever I undressed in front of him, I wanted to take him to the flower field so I could see him brighten like the sun. I wanted my best friend, Errol.

"Please..." I begged to anyone. "Please let me see him." I told myself. "Let me see my friend, who loves flowers and games." I asked myself once again. "Please..." I spoke aloud. I imagined all the things we would do if I could see him again, so please, someone let me see him again.

I saw someone coming towards me, like a shadow, like a ghost. "Please..." I lifted my hand begging this person to let me see Errol. "Let me tell him I love him, let me say all the things I should have years ago!" I yelled to myself. I reached out a hand to this merciful figure. "Please..." as the figure drew back its arm with what looked like a bow my body shook with an enormous piercing force, and all at once the sunlight finally overtook every one of my senses and I felt my body begin to vanish under my feet.

Goodbye my Love.

Goodbye my Messenger.

Goodbye Errol.

Goodbye, my friend.

For those who didn't know, the morning light was death...or heaven. Whichever...

one last chapter.