After Cato returned, he had moved into his house on Victors Row, moving myself and my parents in with him. We had a funeral for Clove, placing her stone mausoleum by the house so she was still with us. His parents came into the picture, acting like they had always loved him and that everything they'd done was out of desire for him to have an easy life. But his life wasn't easy. Not anymore. Not when he wakes up every night, screaming and writhing in fear, haunted by the ghosts of the Fallen Tributes. Not when he has to see himself every day, a murderer. I try to make it better, but what can I do, really? Rub his back, tell him I love him, that he did what had to be done. I can tell he regrets ever volunteering.

Myra, Slate and I remain close, though they're closer. They've taken their friendship to a new level. I was glad to see the both of them so happy. They'd been my rocks through the whole ordeal and who knows how long I would have made it without them.

Cato and I had been accepted in as trainers at the Academy. We didn't have to work but it was good to do something. Most of our spare time was spent at our lake, though we no longer had to worry about people spotting us. Everyone knew.

**"So tell us, Cato," Caesar began, after they had sat through the replay of the Game, during which Cato held a pained expression. Watching Cloves death was the hardest on both of us, though I managed to remain in the room this time. "Who is this girl back home? The one you left?"

"Her name is Cassidy. She's the one who reminded me what it's like to be human, a trait that I had lost due to the training at the Academy. She's the one person I've loved in my life."

"And Clove, you seemed to have more than just a District partner relationship with her. Tell us about that." Caesar ventured.

Cato blinked and swallowed hard. "Clove is Cassidy's sister."

"Sister? I see. Very tragic." Caesar had commented. "So what were your thoughts, going through this Game?"

"That I had to get Clove home. Get us to the Final Two and send her home. When that was no longer an option, the only thing getting me through was that I had to get home."

"To the girl you love." It wasn't a question, the way Caesar said it.

Cato nodded, "To the girl I love."

"The 'heartless Career from District 2' has a heart." Caesar said to the audience as they 'awe'd. **

**The train pulled up to the station and the doors slid open. I waited, impatiently. First stepped off Vannie, then Lyme and Brutus. Finally, Cato came out.

"CATO!" I yelled, barreling towards him.

"Cass." He whispered, picking me up into his arms. "Cassidy. Cassidy, I love you. I'm so sorry. I, I just, I love you so much. I tried to protect her, I swear I did. I'm so so-"

"Cato, it's okay. You tried. But I still have you. I love you, Cato. And if you ever try and do this to me again, I swear I'll kill you myself." I brushed my lips against his, savoring the feeling. His arms wrapped around me, his lips pressed against mine. His soft, warm skin radiating heat like always. "I love you, Cato."

"I love you."

The crowd around us 'awe'd, while the Mentors stared in disgust. Not only had the boy shown the entire nation how much of a softy he was, right after winning the games, but he came home and proved it.

But that didn't matter. He was home. **

Not even a week after he returned, just as we were sat down for dinner, there was a knock at the door. Upon opening it I saw a man I'd only ever seen on television. The drunk mentor from District 12.

Haymitch Abernathy.

"What are you doing in 2?" I asked, not trying to be rude but shocked as to why this man was at my house.

"I need to speak with Cato." He sounded urgent so I invited him in. I called for Cato to join us as we walked into the sitting room.

"What's up?" He asked as he walked in. I saw the shock go across his face as he recognized Haymitch.

"It seems you've sparked a rebellion, boy." Haymitch said gruffly. "Four districts are now rebelling because of the Career who has a soul."

Cato was as shocked as I was. "Rebelling against..."

"The Games, stupid boy! Against the Capitol!" Haymitch shouted. "If a male career from district 2 can fight for the girl he loves, show emotion, be everything NOT expected from him, why shouldn't the Districts over through the Capitol?! The Capitol is pissed." Haymitch warned. "At the both of you. Your entire family is in danger. A rebellion has started."

Wait... So, you mean to tell me that there's still a rebellion? HELL YEAH that's what I'm telling you! We can't let the Capitol continue their tyrannical rule now, can we? I wonder how the rebellion will differ with Cato as the face. Will he even accept the role? Or will he simply be the image? We all know how vile the Capitol is, but let's see how they'll react when it's one of their own.

The titles and some of the themes in this story were from A Daydream Away from All Time Low. Great song. Highly recommended.

And now this story is finished. Obviously, I'm planning a sequel. I'm not sure when though. But it's coming. Be ready.

To all of you reviewers that have stuck with me to the end, I thank you. I thank you more than words can describe. YOU are my inspiration to keep writing and I love you all.

Fin.

Moe xxxx