Clove:
My sobbing was uncontrollable; it was as though I couldn't stop until I was able to find a way out a way out of the pain, the sadness. I felt something else, but I tried to shake it away, I never had this feeling before, I was scared. The tears continued down my face faster and faster, one by one, until my eyes gave away and were no flooding with tears, tons at a time.
I couldn't look up, I was scared, that Cato would think of me differently now, that he thought of me as weak, but as I pulled my head up, he stood at least ten feet away, tears of his own falling down his face. He walked over to me, and wrapped his strong arms around my small body.
"Don't cry Clove, you are brave," Cato managed to choke out in between his tears. I had never seen him like this and it had been only once that Cato had seen me like this. It was when my sister, Lust had died.
It was the 69th Hunger Games; the arena was a desert, with harsh winds, one small pond, and a hot blistering sun. She had black curly hair, and was a spitting image of me Cato says.
On the seventh day they were already down to three tributes left, Lust, a boy from nine, and a girl from one. The game makers had rounded all three tributes to the pond, since they were dying from dehydration, and the game makers kept sending out mutts that were sorts of bears and snakes after them. Lust, was a fighter just like me, when she came near the pond, she was nearly about to pass out. When her eyes caught on the pond, it was as though it was the best thing she had ever seen, her eyes popped out of her head, and her mouth dropped to the floor. In joy, she began running, she then became too overwhelmed with the water and dove into the pool, she had no guard, and obviously no plan, and it was too late for her to turn around to find the boy from nine standing over her with a sword.
I could not stop my tears for at least a week after that, and Cato was the one who was there, at my side, when we were only at the age of twelve.
"Cato, I am not brave when it comes to goodbyes," I stopped my tears and looked him in the eyes. He stopped too once he heard my words.
"Why are you saying goodbye then?" His voice was filled with concern and sorrow now. I hated doing this, but we had to let go, I was only going to the games to save him, and make sure my sister's death didn't go unnoticed. And besides, people might be able to come between us, or even worse it might come down to the two of us.
"Cato, you know we have," my voice cracked, "we have to, if it comes down to the two of us."
"Then we will both go home, we will find a way I swear, Clove just don't say goodbye I need you." Cato reached across trying to grab my hands, and I let him.
"There's only one victor," my voice was calm, yet held a hint of harshness. I did not mean to be harsh to him, but he just needed to know that only one of us could survive.
"They will make an exception for us, Clove, I swear. I love you, just don't leave me, we are and have always been a team. No one in the games will get between us we will both get home, I know how." He took my face in his hands and gently kissed me right on my lips.