Letters

by I want Starbucks

Each chapter will contain one letter. The letter may be sent from a living person to a dead person. From a dead person to a living person. A living person to another living person, or sent from a dead person to another dead person. One new letter will be posted each day. Please review! I really wish I could put this story in all the Genres, so I picked the two most major ones.

23. Chapter 23

A/N: I just updated, so go check that out.

*This is a response letter

*Chapter inspired by lots of people

Disclaimer: I don't own the book series or the movie

Dear Cato,

I miss you so much. I miss the way you smile. I miss the way you hold me in your arms. I miss the way you would say my name. I miss the way you would make me laugh even when you didn't want to smile. I wish I could still have your arm wrap around me. I wish I could still intertwine our fingers. I wish you were right next to me so you could make cheesy guy moves. I want to call you names again. I want to make fun of your cockiness. Cato, I'm lost without you. Find your way back to me. I want you to make fun of you. I want you to call me "Clover" and "Princess". I use to hate those names that you called me, but now I miss them. I should have listen to you. It's all my fault that I died. Don't ever blame yourself. That sounds like something you would do. It was a little hazy, but I remember when you held me my last few seconds, begging me not to go. All I could remember when I was dying was the day we met back in District 2. You were 8 and I was 6. We were in the training center, it was my first day there. You came over to me, and started making fun of me for being a new kid. Then I punched you in the face, and told you to stay the hell away. I knew you couldn't stay away after that. Then you told me you loved me when you were 14, and I was 12. Our love story may be over, but it still lives strong for me. I will love you forever Cato.

Love Clove

A/N: I will update one more time today. Later though.