Here it is: the last chapter. Thank you all so much for reading this. Thank you to all of those who have reviewed, followed, or favorited this story. I love you all so much! I will be writing a sequel. There will be more information soon. :)

Clove's POV

"Thank you for everything, Vinear. You've been a great stylist," I tell him with a hug. He has put me in a lavender tea length gossamer gown, thick straps holding up the simple fabric. My sandals are comfortable and my hair is down my back in a simple braid. Vinear returns the hug warmly.

"You're welcome, sweetie. I'm so proud of you. I will see you soon for the Victory Tour okay?" he says pulling away. I nod and head to the elevator and head up to the interview room.

The loveseat from last night sits in an open and airy room with many windows. Caesar stands off to the side of a few cameras, sparkling as ever. He notices me and walks over.

"Hello, dearie. And how are you faring today?" he questions in his soothing voice.

"I'm just fine, thank you. I'm ready to get home," I reply. We continue our small talk for a while, until Brutus, Enobaria, and Cato enter the room. Cato catches my eye in his silver black trousers and metallic silver button up shirt. His lavender tie matches the shade of my dress perfectly. I excuse myself from Caesar's company and head towards him with a bounce in my step. We are going home tomorrow. We can start our new beginning.

Just as Cato pulls me into a hug, the director call action and Caesar makes the introduction to the program while we are still embracing. I stifle a giggle and pull away. We talk with Caesar about what we are looking forward to when we get home. Our replies are expected, time together, family, friends.

"Now I want to talk about the Games and unravel a few mysteries," the host announces. "How did you two love birds first meet?" Cato eyes me warily with a knowing twinkle in his eyes.

"You better take this one, Clovey," he sighs. I laugh at his humor; it's quite an embarrassing story for him.

I recollect for a moment, then begin, "Well it was my first day at...boarding school..." I say, remembering that training for the Games is technically illegal. "I walked into the gym after unpacking to find Cato getting beat up by this older kid. I had seen Cato around our neighborhood and didn't think he deserved to get beat for no reason. So I surprised the kid and jumped on his back. In the end, I broke his nose. Cato and I then learned we were room neighbors. I guess it just sort of blossomed from there," I finish with a smile. Caesar laughs and asks Cato what he thinks about how we met.

"What can I say, Caesar? She's saved my life more times than I can count," he replies. I scoot closer to him on the seat. Caesar continues interrogating us, then finally the camera man signals time is up. The host bids the audience goodbye, we give our final waves to the camera. We are led back to our rooms to prepare for dinner.

During dinner, I zone out from the conversations swirling around me about countless subjects. The upcoming Victory Tour, hobbies, memories. I think about what Cato and I will do when we get home. We will live in the same house, I can make him breakfast every morning. Brutus saying my name pulls me from my thoughts.

"So when are you two going to get cracking on some kids?" he questions, a hint of jest in his voice. I hadn't thought about kids. Our children, with chubby little hands and quick wits, with brown eyes and freckles...

Kids with and even better chance of being reaped into the Hunger Games.

I choke a little on my bite of roast. "Um, well, I don't really know about that subject," I rasp through coughing fits. Cato gives me a sideways glance and changes the subject.

After dinner I head back to my room and throw some clothes into a suitcase for tomorrow's trip. The sun setting in my window gives the room and eerie red glow. The color of blood. Throwing the last pair of clothes in the bag, I crawl into bed still in my dinner clothes. Gratefully I accept the sleep that comes, but attempt to thrash away the nightmares with no prevail.

Cato's POV

I am well awake before the sun rises, anxiously awaiting the time to head home to District Two with my wife. When Lucy tells me it's time to leave, my heart nearly beats out of my chest. I load the train and wait in a chair near the door for Clove to enter. When she does in her jeans and t shirt, I stand and take her bags along with mine sitting next to me. Brutus enters behind her, a faint smile on his lips as he is just excited to get home as we are.

"Do you know where Clove and I's rooms are?" I ask him. He guffaws and looks bewildered at me.

"Rooms? With and 's' on the end? You two are married, you have a single room for the both of you," he lets out with a laugh. An expression I can't describe washes over me. Clove looks at me with wide eyes, the special glint in her eyes she gets when she is confused. I shrug and follow Brutus to our room. He leaves us, laughing his way down the hall. I turn to Clove and set her bags on the bed.

"Um," I choke out, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other.

"I guess it will be like sleeping in the same sleeping bag in the Games?" she whispers. I nod. It's as if her thoughts transfer into my head. We don't want to...do anything...until we are in our own home. We walk around the train together in silence, holding hands. Each of us is lost in our own thoughts. When night falls, we take turns changing in the bathroom.

Clove climbs into bed with me behind her. We start out on opposite sides of the bed and drift to sleep. Sometime in the night however, we each have scooted inward enough that we wake in each other's arms.

Hurriedly we get dressed, not caring how we look. The train pulls to a stop in front of the station, throngs of people lined up to see our arrival. My parents and Clove's mom stand on the platform waiting.

We hug them with forced enthusiasm, impatient to finally be alone with no cameras. Finally, a group of Peacekeepers escorts us to the front lawn of a quaint house in Victor's Village. The light yellow paint matches that of the house to our right, where Brutus lives, and the other two to our left. Those are occupied by Lyme and Enobaria. The Peacekeepers leave us standing on the front porch, my arm wrapped around Clove's waist.

"This is it," she whispers, laying her head on my chest. I look up at the brilliant blue sky, it appears to be the same one we saw in the Arena. But the Games are over, the Capitol will hopefully forget that we both won. They will let us get on with our lives. Even though nightmares and guilt will follow us, the Games are over. I turn the door knob and push it open. My wife and I take our first steps into our new home, our first steps into our new beginning together.

END OF BOOK ONE

There you have it! :') I truly hoped you enjoyed it! I will post a 'new chapter' that will just be a note telling you the details of the sequel and a few other fanfiction I will be writing. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart for reading, I'm truly blessed to know you guys are actually following the story. I hope you will read the sequel and my other books. I love you all! May the odds be ever in your favor! :)