~Hey guys, sorry I didn't update on Saturday, I was kind of busy. But here is Chapter Two! Enjoy! Please review. This whole chapter is the last chapter but from Cato's POV. ~

Disclaimer: I wish I were related to Suzanne Collins, and then I could at least own a speck of the Hunger Games universe.

I walk down to the Justice Square for the Reaping ceremony with Clove by my side. We are both smirking ahead confidently because this is Cloves year. She is going to be a tribute for the 74th Hunger Games. I'm so happy for her, because here, in District Two, it's an honor to be a tribute. Well, for most people. Most of us are blood-thirsty. Clove and I both are. But I think her more so than me. I know she's excited, and I am too for her. I know she will come back for me. And next year, I will go and come back to her. That's how it will go. We planned it. Nobody knows though. Nobody knows were together. Nobody knows we have been in love for 2 years. We don't plan on anyone knowing either.

We get up there and they prick our fingers. Something that Clove has particularly enjoyed ever since she was 12. Then I go over to the left section and her to the right. I keep an eye on her while she is over there, and she does the same for me. We protect each other.

The ceremony starts after all the applicable tributes pile in. Only a few of them with a terrified look on their face. They're all weak. They wouldn't last a minute in the games. They probably didn't last in the Academy. I block out everything that's happening before the actual reaping. I've heard that shit like a million times and I don't need to hear it again. It's just Kathri Wellwood, District Two's mentor, talking about what a great honor it is and shit like that. Though I agree with her, she is annoying as hell, so I block her out. I look across the aisle at Clove; she is looking up at the stage, pursing her lips and tapping her foot. I smirk at her. I love her so much.

"Clove Feldspar!" chimed Kathri. Clove strides up to the stage, half smirking at her Districts people. She glimpses at me for a second and she smiles warmly. I return the smile and wink too. She chuckles a little and then she turns to Kathri; trying not to give us away. Clove doesn't give a speech. Nobody from District Two ever does. And I'm glad. I partially smile at her standing up there confidently…

"Cato Hadley!" says Kathri. Her voice so crisp and clear. I stand there for a second. Almost not believing that she called my name. It rings in my ears. Cato Hadley. Cato Hadley. Cato Hadley.

Was this set up? Did they do this?! Oh my God. This can't be happening. Wake up, Cato! Wake up! Why? Why would they do this? I can't go in the Arena with her. Clove. My Clove. I can't do it. Piece of shit, Capitol. I snap back to reality and realize I wasn't breathing. I regain my breath and remember that I have to go up there. I inhale sharply and walk up there. I fake smile out to my people. I then turn to Clove and we shake hands, my sweaty palms grip hers tightly. I look into her eyes as if they were saying 'What do we do?!' she shakes her head, ever so slightly as if to reply, 'I don't know…'

We walk off the Justice stage and we go into our separate rooms. And the Peacekeeper shuts the door behind me. I want to scream. I can't, they'll hear me. I clench my fists so tight that my knuckles turn pale. I wish I could go to the Gamemakers and yell 'What the hell did I do to you!?'. I hate them! I hate everyone in the Capitol! I hate the Games, these stupid Games! I could honestly die. I can't live without her. The thought of being without her is just…I can't handle it. I put my hands behind my head and pace around the room. My thoughts are interrupted by a Peacekeeper.

"You have a visitor. Three minutes." The Peacekeeper then forcefully ushers my mother in. My face is all red. She knew. She knew about me and Clove. I am huffing and puffing and she walks over and hugs me. I hold onto her as if my life depends on it. I don't get hugs from her too often, because she is as unsentimental as I am. I only show affection to Clove…

She rubs my back. "Everything will be okay. Everything will turn out alright." I sniffle and cough a little. I just noticed that my throat is closing up.

"I…C-Can't.." I stifle out. She pulls away from the hug a little too soon.

"You have to." She says firmly, her icy blue eyes, piercing into mine. "You aren't lovers anymore. And you wanna know why?" she says in a matter-of-fact tone. Even though she already knows.

I break down and freely let tears stream down my face, something that I never do. I finally manage to say. "Because it shows weakness." I quickly spit out through my tears.

"That's right. Now wipe your face, you can't go out looking like that." She says, wiping my cherry red face and puffy eyes. I had slightly calmed down from this new found affection. She squeezes my hand then leaves me. This is the last time I will ever see her. I have it decided already. Clove is going home and I am going to die, in the Arena. I can't live without her, so I won't. She will live a long healthy life, teaching younger children at the Academy, maybe with a husband and children of her own. And I will wait for her.

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