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Clove POV:
Reaping day came so fast. Who knew that the nights could go by so fast, but when Cato is holding you tightly, no nightmares can come. But there are always the occasional ones that creep up on you, I always dream of the children that I killed will kill my baby. I always tell Cato my dreams, and he's always here to comfort me. When you have a person like Cato, you don't need a dream catcher.
"Clove, darling, let's go to the reaping," Cato says, tying his tie.
"Ok, Cato can you zip me up?" I ask, turning around to show my bare back to him. He smiles and pulls the zipper up, trapping me in my old reaping dress. The one I wore when I was reaped for the 74th Hunger Games. Sure I have enough money to buy something else, but I thought I would never need it again.
"Are you ready?" he asks me, about to open the door.
"Nope," I say smiling, he looks confused until I stand on my toes and kiss him, "now I'm ready," I say pulling him out the door.
"My lady?" Cato asks holding out his arm. I just laugh and intertwine my arm with his.
"Cato?"
"Yes?" he asks looking down at me.
"I'm scared," I say simply. He stops and looks down at me.
"Why?" he asks, looking deep in my eyes.
"What if I get reaped, or what if you get reaped?" I ask.
"If you get reaped I volunteer, if I get reaped I fight," he says, continuing walking.
"But if you get reaped, I'll volunteer," I say.
"No Clove," he says.
"No what?" I know what he's going to say.
"No, I don't want you to volunteer if I get reaped," he says.
"But what if you die Cato?" I ask him.
"I won't," he says, tightening his grip on my arm.
"Yes Cato, but what if? I can't live without you," I say, I feel a lump in my throat for even thinking it.
"But Clove, if you go in, I'll die anyways protecting you. I can't live without you as much as you can't live without me," he says.
"Let's not think about it," I say.
"Agreed," he kisses my lips. We walk into town square talking about everything and nothing.
"What do we do? Do we go into the boy and girl sections?" I ask.
"I think we stand up there," he motions toward where Enobaria, Brutus, and other victors stand.
"I don't want to do this Cato," I say, holding his tighter.
"Me neither babe, but hopefully we'll be able to go home tonight and celebrate not being reaped," he says, leading me toward where we should stand.
"Welcome to the 75th Hunger Games! For this Quarter Quell, two victors from the remaining pool of victors will be chosen to represent our district. Ladies first," our escort Lena announces. I watch as she walks over toward the bowl with my name in it. Since me and Enobaria were the only female victors, it's me or her. I wish it's her, even though it's selfish. Her hand delicately swoops around the outside until picking up one name. She marches toward the microphone and says the name.
"Clove Sevina," she announces. I almost faint, but I regain my composure. I better not look weak in front of the reaped victors, but I can't help but led a few tears fall out of my eyes. I know what Cato will do.
"And now for the boys," she's about to walk over when I hear the voice I love mutter 2 words that break me to pieces.
"I volunteer," Cato says, walking over to me. This makes me cry a little more, my sight is blurred, but I see that he has cried a little too.
"What is your name sir?" asks Lena.
"Cato, Cato Ludwig," he says in a monotone voice. I look Lena over, she's wearing what every capitalist wears. A ridiculous wig, with high heels, a ton of makeup, and a matching outfit, to make things worse they all have the capital accent. I look out to the crowd and I see pity. This makes me feel worse, pity is not what I need.
"Our tributes of the 75th Hunger Games, Clove and Cato!" she yells into the mike. He takes my hand and raises it into the air, showing that we are one.
The peacekeepers shove us onto the train. We were supposed to say our goodbyes, but there's no one I want to say bye to.
"Why Cato?" I ask him.
"Why what?"
"Why did you volunteer?"
"To protect you Clove, I can't just sit on the couch alone and watch you die," he says.
"Well Cato, now one of us will die because they won't let us both win again, hell we already got punished for it. One of us will die, if I went in by myself I could have won, I could have..." I let tears engulf me. I'm heading for my death anyways, why not show some emotions. And my Cato, who completely understands me, lets me cry.
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