Cato's P.O.V
That night, I make my down to Clove's bedroom to say goodnight, the door was slightly ajar so I decide to peek in before knocking. She is lying on her bed, looking out of the window.
"Hey Clove." I whisper.
"Hey, come in." She scoots over to one side of the bed and pats the empty side. I walk in and gently crawl onto the bed, being careful not to shake it too much. I lay down beside her and we both stare at the ceiling.
"Do you think we have a chance of winning?" She asks, turning her head to look at me.
"Well, yeah, of course we do."
"How do you know that?" She asks as I turn to look at her.
"Because we're both strong, smart, and very good looking." I joke, attempting to make this dark subject a little more lighthearted. She laughs with me. Of course I know that only one of us will come out of this alive, but I know exactly who it'll be. It won't be me, it will be Clove.
"Do you mind staying here tonight? Just like old times, like a sleepover." She asks, taking me by surprise.
"Yeah, of course, I'll take the floor." I answer as I'm getting out of bed, but she stops me.
"No, it's okay, I don't mind." She smiles. Okay then, I'm not complaining.
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forever & always - 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤
FanfictionCato and Clove's love story through out the 74th Hunger Games. Would you volunteer just to be with your best friend? Would you kill for your lover? Would you die for your lover? Together or not at all, right? Cato's love for Clove is everlasting, sh...
