Hello! Okay so this chapter is SUPER short! But the next one should be longer! Thanks again to everyone who has reviewed! :)

Cato's POV

Marvel's foot kicking my side wakes me up with a start. I sit up and find Glimmer trying to get Clove up too. It must be our shift for the watch. The grogginess in my head clears somewhat as I stand up and leave the tent. I sit next to the electric heater Marvel found in the supplies. Clove sits down beside me, silent as stone. We sit there, not talking, just staring at different points. All I can think about, now that I'm alone with Clove and not expected to be a monster, is all of the people I killed today. Back home their families are grieving in mourning of their children. And they are calling me a vicious snake. They're right too. When Clove isn't here to mellow me out, I am the monster that killed their children. I am the snake that ruined their family.

"I think they're asleep, we can talk now," says Clove. She scoots closer to me, and lays her head on my shoulder. I reach for her hand and play with the ring on her finger. A few minutes later, I feel my shirt beneath her head beginning to grow wet.

"Clove?" I ask, "Clove are you alright?" Her big brown eyes look up at mine, filled with pain and tears.

"Cato, we killed people. They weren't the dummies at the academy, they were real! And I, I actually enjoyed it! She made me enjoy it!" Her voice chokes off and turns to sobs. I hold her closer, cradling her upper body in my arms. I sink my face into her hair, trying not to think of the Hunger Games, the kids we've killed, or anything but Clove. I think of her words, how she said someone made her enjoy it. She must be talking about herself, she must be going through what I am. All I can do is stroke her hair gently, trying to calm her down. In the back of my mind, the fear of our allies hearing her sobs through the tent warns me to try and quiet her down.

"Clove, shush it's okay. It's alright. Just calm down okay? Someone will hear you. It's okay honey, I've got you," I whisper into her hair. She takes deep breaths, slowing her breathing down. When she is able to hold her tears, she lifts her head up and looks at me. Tears are still squeezing out of her eyes and mixing with the dirt on her face. I can tell she is trying to compose herself, but she just lets the tears fall. I put my hand on her cheek, wiping away the tears, wishing I could wipe away the pain. I slowly lean in and gently put my lips to her for a second, then move on to her cheek. She hugs me, her arms wrapping themselves around my back.

"I love you Cato," she declares without a trace of tears in her voice. "I love you so much."

I look up at the sky, the trees that are probably filled with cameras taking in every moment of our time together. I know the audience watching must be astonished at our closeness, and our ability to hide it.

"I love you too, Clove," I whisper. We hear the zipper of the tent flap and immediately separate ourselves. Peeta walk out alone.

"I decided to let Lectro sleep after all that digging he did today. Oh and i-" he cuts off when he sees Clove trying to hide her tears. He looks from her to me, the gears working in his head. "Everything okay?"

"Ya," I reply too quickly. "Why wouldn't it be?" he just shrugs and tells us to head to bed. Clove hurries into the tent. I look up at him, still thinking too much to sleep. "Hey I meant to ask, how did Katniss get that 11 in training?" His heads shoots up, eyes full of fear and mouth gaping.

"She um, she's good at, well," he stutters. I understand now. He really does love her. He doesn't want us to know her secret, her weaknesses. I look at the tent behind us, holding Clove. I would do the same for her.

"It's okay," I tell him. "I know how you feel." Relief floods his face and he looks down at the ground. I feel bad, showing him this kindness knowing that later I will probably be responsible for his death. He bids me good night as I stand and enter the tent. Lectro has found his place next to my Clove again, her hand resting on his chest. My heart droops with the wariness of knowing we can't just be together. My eyes droop along with it, and I drift to sleep just as the sun begins to rise.

The next chapter will be longer, I promise!