This is my first fanfiction, so reviews and critiques would be helpful. I hope you like it. Sorry if it's short, still got a long way to go.

I open my eyes to Clove laying to the side of me, her arm wrapped around my chest. I lay there, appreciating her beautiful face in the morning, sun shining on her gorgeous body. I lightly shake her to the point where you can see the drowsiness in her eyes.

I lay there on my side with my hand resting on my face staring into her dark eyes as she fully opens them. We give each other small slight smiles. "Tired?" I say in a soft voice brushing her hair lightly with my hands feeling the softness. "Yeah, very," Clove said in a softer voice than mine. I lean forward and kissed her on the forehead. "Go back to sleep, Clove." I touch her face admiring her. Her eyes slowly close as she drifts off back to her deep sleep.

It's 7am in the morning and Clove and I have training in 2 hours. I really should lie next to her and get some more sleep, but I know it'd be no use. I'm completely wide awake. I might as well get up and do something productive with my time. I stare at her with focus. She looks so peaceful and innocent when she sleeps. There is no possible way you could tell how lethal she is or how straight she can throw a knife. It's kind of nice, it's like I'm living a normal life, but of course it all floods back to reality. We're teenagers training to kill, that is obviously not normal, but it's what I have to do. I'm soon about to fight to the death in the arena in a few days. I know I'm ready, I've been training for this my whole life and I know I'll win. I just wish I knew how Clove feels about this. I feel like she has doubts about me winning or how life would be if I win. She's going to compete soon enough though, so she doesn't have room to talk. I am over thinking this way too much. So, I carefully stand up to avoid waking up Clove and walk quietly out of the room.

I walk down the stairs realizing my parents aren't home, I hope they didn't find out Clove was staying overnight. They must have left for work early. I want to make breakfast for Clove, but my cooking is absolutely terrible. I throw some waffles into the toaster, and pour 2 glasses of orange juice. As I wait for the waffles to be done, I go outside. I walk over to my parents' garden and pick the prettiest flower I can find. It was a bright blue orchid, outlined with a lighter blue on the petals with a nicely fresh green stem and leaf. I bring it inside and set it on a tray. I set the rest of the food onto the tray and I carefully bring the tray of food up the stairs into my room and place it on the bed. I reach over to Clove and lightly shake her to wake her up.

"Good morning beautiful, I made you breakfast. Well, kind of." Clove opens her eyes and smiles; she then sits up on the bed. "Oh really? Thank you, Cato," Clove said in a soft raspy voice hinting that she just woke up. "You can't train with an empty stomach," I smile back at her; she then leaned forward and kisses me on the lips giving that passionate feeling. I pick up the orchid from the tray and place it into her hair near her ear, "I thought you would like this," I slightly smiled. "And I thought you would like this." She leans forward again and gives me another kiss. We both part away and can't help but laugh.

We start to eat and I look over to my side and see Clove messing around with her knife. "Most people play with their food, not their utensils," I chuckle. "Oh sorry," she mutters. I stare into her green eyes, knowing something was on her mind. "What wrong?" I say in a sympathetic voice. "I don't know, maybe it's just that my boyfriend is going to go in to the arena and fight to the death with 23 other tributes." My body quickly tensed up as I see her staring at me with a grin on her face. This was the conversation I dreaded about.

Calmly, I reply, "Don't worry. I'm going to be fi…" Clove interrupting, "No, you don't know that. Anything could happen in there, you can't predict it. You have no idea what to expect," she snaps back away from me and throws the knife right past my ear. I look back and see the knife pierced into the wall at a 90 degree angle. I got used to her throwing knives near me, because I know how precise she is. She'd never hurt me. I know she wouldn't. I turn back to her glaring at me.

"I've been training for this my whole life. I'm sure I'll be fine. Why are you suddenly freaking out about this now?" I ask. Well, I knew she would bring this up sometime. The whole time we've been together, we never talked about the games or about volunteering. "It's just that I don't know what I would do if I saw you die, knowing there is no way I can help you. I'd be watching my boyfriend die live, it would hurt me" she said aggressively with tears starting to form. "It's just part of the games. Don't worry, Clove." I say, trying to calm her down. I walk over to give her a hug, she backs away. "You don't understand," I mutter. "What don't I understand?" Clove said quickly.

I try to figure out why she's acting this way. She usually never cares about anyone or anything else. the only thing I see her care about something is her knives. As messed up as this may sound, that's why I noticed her. She was much more different than the other girls. On the outside, she seemed like a ruthless lethal killer who didn't care for anyone but herself. I could tell by the way she handled her knives, she was aggressive with them. She never misses, every time she threw a knife it would hit dead center on the target. Unlike most other girls in the training center, she stood out. Inside she's a sweet person, she wasn't as rude and dangerous as you think she is; she only is when she needs to be. When I saw her, I knew she was mine. I had the courage to go up to her and talk to her. Look where we're at now, we're a couple. She still never showed feelings that she cared for someone until now, until I appeared in her life. We would tell each other everything, usually. We were best friends. Now I realize how much she really cares about me, that I'm an important part of her life.

"Never mind," she replies angrily. "Clove!" I yell. "You knew what you were getting yourself into when we first started to be in each others lives. We met at the training center for God's sake!" "I never thought I'd feel this way about you then. Cato I-I..." She stutters. "Cato, I love you." I can feel my heart beating faster and faster. I see tears running down her cheeks as she starts to shake. "Clove…I just didn't know you could have the emotions to feel this way. The truth is I love you too. The day I saw you, I knew you would be a part of my life. I'll make sure I win, just so I can live to see your beautiful face and wake up every day with you on my side." I walk over to her. I cup her face, and wipe away her tears. I lean in so our lips would soon touch. For that moment, everything was perfect. The only problem is those kind of moments don't last very long.

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