Hey guys! So I decided to write this Clato fanfiction after messaging with Echoing Breeze, so I hope you like it.

It's based on a picture I saw that said the quote I love- "Clove's token was a diamond ring. It wasn't until after she had died that they knew it was an engagement ring. From the boy who came with her."

Enjoy!

Disclaimer- All credit for the amazing Hunger Games goes to Suzanne Collins. Also, the quote this story is based on is not mine

The weather in district 2 didn't seem to reflect the events that were to take place later that day. The sun was out and there was not that usual cold breeze that pierced though your skin during the wintertime.

"You're volunteering this year aren't you?" a young teenage girl asked the boy sitting next to her. She had dark hair that was pulled to one side in a loose ponytail. The pair sat in a lonely field not far form the main village of district 2 and the muscular, blonde teenage boy, sat idly by, peeling a piece or grass down the centre with his fingers.

"I have to…" he replied simply. "It's the last chance I've got. Next year it's not even possible for me to be reaped."

"If you don't get reaped then why do you have to volunteer?" the girl asked.

"You and I both know the answer to that…" he replied. "I've been training for as long as I can remember. I guess my parents just expect me to volunteer you know. Your parents will probably make you volunteer too in a few years… I'd be surprised if they didn't, we've been training since we met."

"A long time ago now." The girl sighed and wrapped her arms around her knees. "I don't want you to go…"

"I'll come back…" he said emotionlessly.

There was a silence before the girl spoke again. "What if I get reaped?"

"Clove…" he sighed, shaking his head.

"No Cato, I'm serious…" she responded. "We can't both win."

"You won't get reaped… trust me. The odds are defiantly in your favour, your names hardly in there at all."

"That doesn't mean anything…" she looked back down at the grass that Cato continued to fiddle with. "So you'd still volunteer if I got reaped?" she asked.

"Lets not think about that," Cato replied, kissing the top of her head as he stood up, holding out his hand to help her up.

"I love you…" she smiled sadly.

"I love you too," he replied, before she placed a kiss to his lips.

The afternoon came quicker that day than any other. It was suddenly time to go and line up and prepare for the reaping.

Cato and Clove held hands as they walked to sign in. "Promise you'll come and see me before I leave?" he asked.

"I promise," she replied, knowing not to fight back at the idea of Cato volunteering.

After the stinging prick of blood taken by the peacekeepers, the couple parted ways. It seemed like a lifetime before the escort with the wild blue hair and fluoro dress reached her hand into the bowl full of all the girls' names. A name was called but no one went up. Clove stood there, not having heard the name, still panicking for Cato.

"Clove… Clove that's you," she heard some of the girls around her whisper. After another second it registered… She had been reaped.

Making her way up into the stage she caught a glimpse of her parents who looked oddly proud. As she walked up the stairs, she found Cato in the crowd, his head lowered like it was earlier when they were talking in the field. If she didn't know any better she'd probably have thought he was crying.

The blue-haired escort held out her hand and led her to the centre of the stage. "Any volunteers may step forward now…" she spoke into the microphone in her funny Capitol accent. This was something that was always asked at district 2 reaping's because there was almost always a volunteer.

But of course no one did. She didn't expect anyone to either. All the other careers knew she had been training and even those who were older than her knew that she was probably more determined and talented then any of them. She was going to compete and that was final…

Everything else went by in a daze. The male tribute was called and she missed the name. But before the boy that was called even got a chance to panic, the all to familiar voice said the two words she hoped he wouldn't.

"I volunteer!"

He came up onto stage, his head still lowered as though he was trying to avoid looking at her. When he finally did meet her gaze it was when they were asked to shake hands. The pained look in her eyes made him feel ten times worse and they gripped each other's hands, he leant forward. In a shaky voice, that only she could hear, he whispered; "I'm sorry…"

For both Cato and Clove, being locked up in the tiny rooms of the justice building was torture. This wasn't supposed to happen… they weren't supposed to go together, be in the same Hunger Games.

Both tributes had their parents come to visit them and as neither knew about the relationship Cato and Clove had had for a long time now. They both said the same thing; "This should be easy, you can win… we believe in you."

But the obvious thing that weighed on both of their minds was; there could only be one winner… one of them, or both of them would have to die…

Just as the peacekeepers came to collect them for there journey to the Capitol, Cato asked, "Can I talk to her? The girl tribute, in private?"

He knew it was a long shot but the peacekeeper gave him a disapproving look before nodding and leaving the room to get Clove. He hoped that maybe volunteering got him on his districts good side.

It wasn't long before Clove was quickly ushered into the same room as Cato, the door being closed behind them. Once they knew they were alone, she ran to him, allowing him to envelope her in a hug.

She knew she should have been angry but she couldn't help it. She needed him, now more than ever. "I'm so, so sorry…" he kept repeating as he held her.

"Stop it," she said, holding back tears. "I know, I understand. But I'm not going to get angry at you, you just did what you told me you would, nothing more…"

"I need to ask you something," Cato said and there was an urgency to his voice. "I know we can't both win this but I want to go into the games knowing I've at least asked you."

"Cato, what are you talking about?" Clove asked, holding onto his hands tightly.

He released her grip on one of his hands and reached into his pocket. "Clove, would you marry me?"

She was in shock. She knew they didn't have much time to talk and part of her wanted to wait and think about it. But a bigger part of her knew there wasn't much time for them left to spend together. The diamond ring that lay in the small velvet box told her this hadn't been a last minute decision.

She heard the peacekeepers voices and knew they had to leave. "Yes!" she said quickly, wrapping her arms around him as he kissed her passionately on the lips for as long as possible.

The door handle rattled and they pulled apart, once again acting like they didn't know each other very well. And as they were led out of the justice building, she felt him slide the velvet box into her pocket, with ring from the boy who was now her fiancé but would never be anything more…

I hope you liked it! Please review and tell me if you'd like me to continue, it means a lot :)