𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒

𝓘 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 "𝓘 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾"

Hallo!!

These are just ways Clove and Cato told each other "I love you" without actually saying it!

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Cato:

"Same as usual, Clove?" He asked her. He knew her usual.

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He could tell she was nervous, so he placed his hand on her thigh and slowly began to rub circles on it with his thumb. She immediately relaxed.

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One day she was... surfing the crimson wave. He noticed she wasn't feeling her best, - it was that emotional type of day - so he decided to do something about it.

"Hey, baby. I got some chocolate. You want to watch a movie?"

"THAT'S SO SWEET!!" She cried. "THANK YOU SO MUCH BABY!! I LOVE YOU!! I DON'T DESERVE YOU!!" She sobbed as she embraced him.

"That's not true! You deserve me!!" He rubbed her back.

"Thank you!!" She let out a cry once more than then wiped her tears, sniffling. "Can we watch scream? I don't want to cry anymore."

"Of course, baby." He placed a kiss on her forehead and held his arm around her waist as they walked to the couch.

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A day after they watched scream, she got to the tense part of that horrible female shit. She was tense. Like, really tense. Cato noticed it.

"Baby, you alright?" He asked, approaching her as she sat in a chair at the dining table.

She shook her head, leaving it buried in her hands.

"It'll be okay." He made his way behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. He rubbed them gently, and he could hear her let out a sigh. He placed a kiss on her head before moving to the counter. "I'll get you a cup of tea."

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They laid on the couch, her head propped up against his chest, his hand in her hair. As he played with her hair, she played with his other hand.

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"Uggghhhh!!" He heard her groan.

"What is it, baby?" He came into the bathroom.

"This stupid hair won't braid right!"

"Ahh, I see. May I try?" He offered.

"Sure," she smiled at him.

"Thanks." He grabbed her hair and ran his fingers through it, undoing the braid she was trying to make. Then he separated it and started braiding it himself. When he finally finished, he grabbed a hair tie off of his wrist where he always kept them for her, and tied the braid off.

He held the braid in his hand, and felt the silkiness of her hair. He always loved playing with her hair. Whether it was just his hands fumbling around in it, or him braiding it for her, something about it calmed him. It was his way of saying he loved her. And he truly did.

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There will most likely be more parts to this, I just want to get this posted!!