Part 3
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My father stands behind me. His tall, broad shoulders, his brown hair, that look in his eye he has every time he see's me. He stands at least 7 inches taller then me, and when i reach up for a hug, im lifted off the ground and spun in circles. I have to ask him to set me down, because after the random spin, memories from the Games begin to flush into my head. "Dad I have to find Cato." I say softly, as if not to wake a sleeping soul. "I had already thought you seen him, since you've been out of the Games for a month." He says with a smile. The nurse, who im starting to believe is my own, shushes my father, as if i wasn't supposed to know how long i've been out, how long i've been asleep. How many days it could've been since Cato or I could have died. Before I can stop myself, im running, towards him, towards our lives, towards my love. Towards 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...
