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Eve's POV

My eyes slowly adjust to the early morning light seeping through the blinds. I carefully turn my body until I am lying on my side. Clove lays next to me, her breathing so slight that I have to check the rise and fall of her body to make sure that she is even alive. For the past few days I have grown used to waking up to seeing her sleeping form next to me; I feel calm, which is something I only seem to feel in Clove's presence.

The almost perfect silence is ended by a harsh knock at the front door, shaking the whole house. Sighing, I stand up and run quickly down the stairs. I open the door to an irritatingly familiar face.

"Oh, hi Cato." I say flatly, obviously failing to mask my disappointment.

Ignoring my welcome altogether, his eyes scan the room behind me frantically. "Yeah, is Clove in?"

"No, actually." His face drops immediately, his eyes filled with confusion. "She's gone out. Probably with Sebastian."

That really got to him, but he just shrugs his shoulders. "Okay well, tell her I asked to see her... again."

"Sure, will do."

As I close the door I feel the tiniest bit of guilt, it had been eleven days since Clove had moved out of Cato's. Every morning since the 'incident' Cato had knocked, and every time I had told him she was out. He needs to know that he can't just worm his way back in.

I tread carefully back up the stairs, opening my door with extra care but as I open it I see Clove sitting on the windowsill, watching Cato retreat from the house. Crap.

Her eyes narrow and she looks at me carefully, it feels like hours until she finally speaks, but her words are sharp and bitter.

"So what was that all about?"

"Cato came to tell you something," I can see the blur of words in my mind, the truth; it just seems so easy to... "I'm sorry Clove, I really am. He told me to tell you that you won't be welcome in his home anymore. You'll have to stay with me."

Clove's POV

I feel the sharp burn of tears at the back of my eyes. I don't know why, I've never taken rejection well, especially not from those who know an uncomfortable amount of my secrets. Not welcome? What has changed in such a short period of time for him to suddenly despise me so much? It has to be my weakness. the Clove that was ready to enter the Games has gone, replaced by a pathetic mouse who can't even defend herself against a deadweight drunk.

I suck in a short sharp breath, the water immediately retreating from my eyes. I walk to my desk and begin to doodle, the lead of my pencil is starting to crumble by the pressure of it on the paper. "Oh, what a shame." I don't know if the sarcasm in my tone was severe enough.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asks, resting her freezing cold hand on my shoulder.

"I'm fine, I'm going for a walk." I reply, shrugging her off. I feel slightly guilty for taking this out on her, but the real Clove doesn't care about people's feelings. It's survival, that's all.

I leave Eve's humble house and take off down the street. I don't know where I'm going, I don't know who to see. Usually I try to dodge the poorer parts of the District, my mother couldn't cope with the beggers. If we had continued to walk that way all of our lives we would've been penniless, she was far too kind. I ignore the desperate words of the small children, even grown adults that drone on and on. It makes me feel powerful, I will never be like them, I will be Victor with all of the money I could need. I'd be cosy in my heated house, even in the long winter's that still manage to kill so many.

As I get to the more quiet parts of Two, I see a tall figure; I can tell immediately who it is. It's never a shock to me as much as it is a coincidence. But instead of slowing, or turning around, his pace increases as he sees me.

Soon he is right in front of me, grinning. Suddenly I feel the rage build up inside of me, how dare he say that and now act like nothing has happened. Before my mind can even process what's happening I slap him cleanly round the face. The connection gives a satisfying sound, as Cato shields his cheek.

"What the hell was that for?!"

"So you kick me out and then you want to patronise me? Is that how you want to play it?" I scream in his face.

He gives a look of genuine confusion, before the anger floods straight back to his face. "I don't know what you are talking about you psycho! All I've wanted since you left is for you to come back-" He shuts his mouth quickly; aah, a weak point to play to my advantage.

I square up to him, my face right in front of his before I laugh, almost maniacally. "You want me to come back? Huh? Bullshit! Yeah, Eve told me everything you said. I'm not welcome in your house? Pfft, I couldn't care less."

"She's a liar!"

"Eve doesn't lie. What would even be the point in it? Admit it, you don't want me around just as much as I don't want to be around you!"

That got him.

Cato's POV

"How many more times can I say it?" I sigh, sipping the remainder of my tea as we sit by the warm fire in my house. "I swear to you, I told her that I wanted to see you, to apologise again. That's all. I wouldn't have come round so many times only to get rejected again and again if I didn't care, okay?"

After a solid half an hour of explaining the same point continuously, it finally seems to click into place for her; the conclusiveness of Eve's lies have finally struck. I'm sure though, the question on both of our minds: why?

"She never told me about that," Clove says quietly, she seems genuinely shocked by the fact that Eve would lie to her. I guess that because I've grown up with every single person lying to me, I don't really care. But she does, I can tell. "I'm - I'm sorry ok."

I laugh at the complete bluntness of her apology before she catches me off-guard, puts her arms around me and, well, hugs me. I don't really know how to react, I put my hands on her back awkwardly and sort of hug her back; do I? I don't know.

Oddly, it starts to feel pleasant as she puts her head on my shoulder and closes her eyes. "This is weird." Is all I can really say, I have no other reaction.

"Nice though." She replies.

I feel her smile, tightening her grip on me and I do the same, I hold her tighter.

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