A/N- Once again, please let me know if there is a particular point of view you want to see. So far, I'm doing two from each point of view in a row, but let me know if you want something different. I can write from any tribute from year 74 except Katniss and Peeta, sand that includes OC's. I can also do past tributes. Just tell me what you want. This will be the most suggestions-ran fic that I have, so please speak up. My fanfiction inbox, reviews page, and tumblr inbox are always open.

Chapter four

Glimmer's point of view

When I see Clove and Marvel running towards me in the hallway the next morning, something inside me changes. First, I realize that I can't be mad at them. Clove probably doesn't even know how jealous I really am of her. She doesn't know how I feel towards Marvel, or most how he feels towards her. The three of us are really only a tangled web of hidden feelings, and there is no sense in being angry with either of them. Second, I realize that despite what I want to move away from, I can't distance myself from them. Not now, when we need each other most. In fact, we will probably have a beneficial effect on each other rather than negative.

As they get closer, I see a huge grin on Clove's face. She starts jumping up and down before grabbing my hand and pulling me down the hall.

"Cato has been awake and alert for a while," Marvel explains to me. "This is the most stable he's been since the arena, which is a good sign."

I nod. That makes sense. Clove was absolutely crushed when she first saw the arena footage, and hasn't been quite right since. She would spend hours every day with Cato, but would tell me later that night how he couldn't stay conscious, or was emotionally unstable to the extreme.

"Come on!" Clove yells, pulling me along. "They said you can come in now. You will, right?"

After a while, we get to a door that seems exactly like the rest. It is amazing how easily Clove can tell something so nondescript apart from everything exactly the same, but she does. She throws it open with a quick jolt before running over to the other side of the room.

Its a bit awkward at first. Marvel and I stand about a foot apart, our hands dangling in awkward proximity of each others. As we watch Clove and Cato get into their usual snuggling routine, I can't help but think of that day when he almost kissed me. It doesn't count, of course. With all of the medications he had, not to mention delirium from blood loss, none of that really counted in any way. It's likely that he won't even remember by now.

Sighing, I allow my hand to move in a way that, for a moment, our hands ever so slightly touch. It only lasts a second, and that is barely enough. And unnoticed. Am I that way? Does he even acknowledge my existence? Or would it be that nothing in Marvel's life would change without me? If that's the case, why can't I feel the same way?

Thats when I realize that we probably do. Because what I'm feeling right now is what he is feeling towards Clove. But it must be worse. Seeing the one you think about so much so obviously in love with someone else that feels the same way over them, and observing their solid relationship must hurt a lot. It has to be worse than just seeing them looking at someone differently.

This is a rare occasion when things were easier in the arena.