Clato : I'll fight for you

12

I must've fallen asleep because I wake up being gently rocked and am immediately opening my eyes still encased in Catos embrace.

"Hey" he smiles

I look at the features of his face, a year has somehow matured his features to make them even sharper I smile slightly

His tone is so soft when he speaks again "hey, well done, you slept" he brush's my hair through his fingers

"Did you sleep?" I ask him rubbing my eyes

"Yeah" he half smirks back

"Your lying" I sigh

"Yeah" he says back with that same stupid smirk.

His nothing like that scary guy I saw earlier on the carriage. Sitting in the dark corner. I love this man. I feel his arm wrap tightly around me before giving a squeeze signalling it was time to move. It must've slept through the night

I roll out the warmth of the duvet and Cato, goose bumps immediately cover down my arm. He looks over to me "you know" he starts "if you ate more you wouldn't be as cold all the time, more insulation"

I roll my eyes "we're not doing this right now Cato"

"I just don't underst-" he starts

I cut him off almost immediately "it's not for you to understand, just leave it"

I walk out the door quickly so the conversation can't continue. and head to my own shower room as I'm walking through i see Nimit and cinna discussing somthing in a hushed voice but I can't be bothered to find out what it is. They briefly acknowledged I passed through.

I can't wait to get all of this makeup off my face it makes me feel like a capitol mutt. And I slept in this Nimit would hate that.

I wonder If Cinna feels the same somtimes. I recall only seeing him with sparkly eyeliner. Etheir way it doesn't matter right now. I move through to the train to the room that is mine.

I peel off the fancy capitol clothes and get into the shower just letting the water run scrubbing hard at my face with my hands and then putting on the warmest clothes I could find letting my wet hair tumble down

I don't know what to do now. Train journeys mean a whole lot of waiting and I've become accustomed to filling up my time as to never think about the games. Waiting just suffocates me within my own thoughts

But now it's not the games constantly in my head it's Finch. How am I meant to represent a person I didn't even know, I'm no leader. And how am i meant to look at the district 12 tributes knowing that they should've won.

I twirl Finches necklace between my fingers and move over to the train bed. On the bedside table there's a glass and a dispenser full of some brown liquor, I pull the lid off to smell it and instantly gag.

The captiol is trying to dumb me down, pacify me. In a moment of rage I push the glass onto the floor and it smashed instantly, I hear a sequel from Nimit and smirk

Must've been a loud smash.

Cinna comes barrelling through the door
"You ok kid!?"

I fully laugh at this throwing my head back slightly. I don't know why. Cinna let's out a sigh of relief and walks closer in, closing the door behind him. I stop laughing and look at him seriously.

He moves across my room avoiding shattered glass He sits on my bed beside me looking across to me.

"What now" I ask

"You know, you remind me of Peeta more then Katniss"  he says not metting my eye anymore

All I can think to reply with is "oh" I don't know what he means by that.