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I wake up, stretching, but not yet ready to open my eyes to the horrors of the day. My fingers run along the fabric of the grass, and my arms stretch out to the side, seeking his presence. When I don't feel him, i spring my eyes open and sit up so fast, i have to catch myself from falling again. I'm not in the arena, im not even outside. The grass is a soft sheet, and i felt a soft breeze, which now i find to be a ceiling fan. Im forgetting how i got out. Am I alone? Did I win just so the man I love would be killed by God knows what? The scared child inside of me is what got me to my feet, screaming his name.
"Cato!"
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FanfictionAfter the brutal death of 22 tributes, the 74th Annual Hunger Games come to a close. Everyone was dead, except the final 6. Still standing was District 2's Cato and Clove, District 5's Rianna, District 11's Thresh, and the Starcrossed Lovers from Di...
