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i couldn't /clato/

/cato pov/

"I couldn't.

I was dead anyway, so why not take him out with me? It was what I was trained to do. Raised to kill. Born to die.

I couldn't.

Why not? Because they reminded me of us.

Two girls with a firey temper; two boys fighting for love.

It seemed only fair that one of them should get a happy ending. And if the universe had any sort of justice in it, it would be us. There was nothing fake about us, unlike Twelve's media-hyped star-crossed-lover strategy. But much as I hated Arrow Girl, much as I resented her for indirectly causing my life to fall apart, I never wanted anyone to feel that kind of pain.

Stab wounds and grief aren't that different. Both pierce you like a knife, but I think the first one hurts less.

I couldn't do that to them. It wouldn't help me anyways.

All my life I've done nothing but hurt. I just wanted to give someone a chance at a happy ending."

Clove smiled. "It's okay."

And it was;

it was.