Clove's POV
why?
Why did I ever think going into the games would be fun?
Ever since me and Cato volunteered i'm having nightmares
And don't tell me they will stop after the games, if i win
I scream and wake up by the awful picture of me killing Cato. What can I do, he's my best friend, but worth dying for? Don't see me at heartless there, if I could trade my life for there not being any games I would. It's just me and Cato, our relationship is complicated.
Next thing I know it's 2 hour later and i'm screaming again. This time someone knocks on the door. 'You ok?' asks Cato's voice. Then I start sobbing, it's just all to much.
He throws open the door ad runs in. 'Hey, it's fine clover' he whispers as he pulls me in for a hug. When I hug him back he chuckles. 'What?' 'It's just, you almost never cry. I know it's scary but i'll get you out, ok?' With those safe words I fall into a dreamless sleep, only to wake up to find him gone as I realize it's going to happen today.
ok sorry this is really short. I'm starting my new book today and there will be a new chapter here by tomorrow.
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Clato: love at last sight
FanfictionSo this is a 'Clato' fanfic in the time of the games. It isn't a modern fanfic and Cato and clove might go into the games together. I'm trying my best to upload as much as possible and would love for you to leave feetback on my book.
