Cato And Clove: The Truth of Their Past

Chapter 22: Clove

I stare numbly at my hands. Glimmer is dead.
This is what you wanted... right? I think to myself. Now you have Cato all to yourself. Glimmer can't steal him anymore.
But, Cato doesn't love me... he loves Glimmer. Plus, Glimmer was the only person who understood me in the Games. Her parents are dead, too.
I look up at Cato. He's acting as if nothing happened. As if Glimmer isn't dead.
"You don't care, do you?" I say hotly.
"About what?" He asks.
"Glimmer being dead, stupid! You love her, I heard you say it!" I yell.
"That was days ago, Clove. Besides, maybe I lied." Cato snaps.
"You never cared about her, did you? You don't care about anyone. You're just a self-centred JERK!!" I screech.
"Marvel. Look. Over there. Smoke." he says, smirking.
How can he do that? Forget about Glimmer. How? I think to myself. I stand up and we all run, eager to get to the smoke. We get to the place, and find no one there, but keep running. At the second one, when we find no one there, we split up. I look around, trying to find at least a trace of someone, but find nothing. I trot back to where the second smoke pillar was set. Cato shows up not long after.
"Let's get back to camp." he mutters. I nod.
When we get back to camp, I see all of our supplies blown to bits.
"What happened?! What happened?!" Cato yells. District 3 goes to explain, but Cato doesn't want to here it. I watch as he snaps District 3's neck. I cautiously creep over the pile of ashes.
"Nothing made it, Cato." I murmur.
"Yeah, I realise that." he yells at me.
"Cato! Calm down! Whoever blew this up would have to have been blown up! So whoever did this is dead!"
"How do you know? No cannon sounded."
"There was an explosion for Pete's sake! You wouldn't have been able to hear the stupid cannon!" I yell. Cato glares at me. Then I hear the cannon sound again. I wait. And then it goes again.
As soon as the anthem plays that night, I look up. Three are dead. Marvel, the goof who made me laugh, District 3, the one who arranged the mines, and Rue, from 11, who was so little and didn't deserve to die. Don't get soft. I order myself.
"Well, guess it's just you, me, Thresh, Loverboy, and Girl on Fire." Cato chuckles.
"And one more..." I say, trying to think of the person.
"Ah, they'll be dead soon." Cato says, a smirk on his face.
I smile. And then we'll win, together, just like we promised.
I look at Cato. "Together, or not at all?" I whisper.
He nods. "Together, or not at all."