Clato oneshots & drabbles

6 ~

[#6, continuation of #5]

Cato’s POV

Becoming pride of District 2 has been instilled in my mind at a tender age. I’ve spent more hours in training center than in my own home. Those years have been terribly exhausting, but I didn’t mind as I was aiming to become a Victor. It wasn’t until I met Clove who was also determined on becoming a Victor herself. They expected us to become rivals after comparing who’s better, it’s funny how we became friends after that which eventually fell into something special that only the two of us can know.

It wasn’t until my trainer said something out of the blue that changed everything. Everyone was surprised that I didn’t volunteer when I was already 18 and it was my last chance to volunteer as tribute. Clove quit training that same year when she was 16.

“All those years of training for nothing.”

“Such a waste of potential.”

“What a disappointment.”

We’ve heard way more awful things but it didn’t matter. So what if I didn’t became a Victor when I had the potential? It’s been seven years and I didn’t regret anything. I’m contented with my life right now. I have everything that I need.

My heart is full as I admire Clove while she lulls our firstborn to sleep.

This is definitely worth it.

A/n
I really want to see Clove and Cato as parents :(