Clove's POV
"Cato, where are we going?" I ask. I'm walking through the woods with Cato, oh and I am blindfolded. Typical Cato. He replies,
"Somewhere very special."
"Is it gonna help me remember?" I ask.
"Oh trust me Clover, it will. It's something big too."
"Sounds exciting, haha" I say. "How much longer?"
"Not too far." He says. We walk on for another 10 minutes and then Cato says, "We're here!" I take off my blindfold and look around to see a lake surrounded by flowers and a water fall on one side. My head instantly begins to pound, Cato rushes over and holds me in his arms. He knows that I want to remember but it does hurt my head to try. Memories begin flooding back, sitting here, all that time. Swimming, long summer nights, even training. All of these with Cato of course.
"Do you want to sit down?" Cato ask.
"Yes please." I say. He picks me up still holding onto me and we sit down. All the talks we have had at this place come flooding back. Our useless rants about our fathers, Our hopes for the future, thoughts about the games. Everything.
"Do you remember anything Clove?" Cato ask.
"Not particularly, a lot of talks here." I say, trying to remember something significant. I can tell, there is something big, I don't know what it is but Cato needs to remember. I need to know, think Clove, think. Don't give up, Cato hasn't given up on you yet. My thoughts were interrupted when Cato asked,
"Do you mind if we go one more place? It might make your head hurt."
"Lets go, there's something I'm not remembering." We walk over to a steep cliff around the side of the water fall. Cato begins to climb.
"Cato, I'm not sure about this."
"Do you trust me?" He says hiding out his hand to me.
"Well um"
"I said, do you trust me?" I reached out to grab his hand. We climb up the side of the cliff until we reach the top and Cato pulls me up. My head begins to sear, more painfully than it ever has. The sight really is beautiful, so lush and green this time of year. Cato sees my head hurting and pulls me over onto his lap. He brushes his fingers through my hair while keeping me in his embrace.
All of a sudden I am overwhelmed by memories, I have sat here, just like this before. Wrapped in Cato's hug.
Cato loves me. I love him. We were together. And now were together again.
Cato's POV
I pull Clove onto my lap and we sit for a few minutes. Please, please let her remember. I don't know what I will do without her. She is going to remember, she is going to remember. I need my Clover back, I need my Clover back. I keep saying these things over and over again in my mind. Silently begging my Clove, best friend, girlfriend, soulmate to come back to me. She stirs and then looks up into my eyes. Her eyes are so beautiful, emerald green with tears brimming the outside.
"Clove?" I say, it sounds like more of a question than a statement.
"I missed you, Cato." She said. I don't hesitate as I grab her face and bring it up to meet my own. She kisses me back and we sit there. We break apart and I give her a giant hug. She is back.
"How did you do that?" She asked me.
"Do what?" I replied.
"Last that long without falling apart." She says while smiling at me.
"Because I wasn't gonna give up. I knew you would remember me and us. Your mind wouldn't let you forget our love forever, Clover. Plus, if I just gave up I don't think I would be able to live without you and with myself."
"I love you Cato." Clove says.
"I love you too, Clove. More than you know."
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Remembered - Cato and Clove
FanfictionCato and Clove, the career tributes of district 2. You may know their name, but do you know their story? As friendship, skill, and love are put to the test does the pair have what it takes to win the games? Or will they be lost to the ages?