Remembered - Cato and Clove

Chapter 14 - Running

Clove's POV

The next few weeks were paradise. I was back in training with Cato and we were both training as hard as ever. The reaping for the 74th is at the end of this week. I still haven't talked to Cato about if he is volunteering, I don't want him to. We go through training and at the end I am called in by the head trainer. It is customary for the elite training group to talk to the admin. about who should go into the games. I walk in and the head trainer looks to me asking the simple question,

"Who should volunteer this year?" I take a deep breath, this might be harder than I thought.

"Dustin and Angel." I reply trying to sounds confident.

"Thank you." The instructor says. I walk out of the office and back to training. Looking at Cato fills me with guilt. He wants the games, I know this. I have always known this. I should have said his name. He walks up to me and embraces me in his arms.

"So how did it go?" He asked. He is asking me to tell him who he picked.

"Can we talk about this later?" I croak. He can tell that something is wrong.

"Okay, Clove. After training." He says. At the end of training they announce that Cato and Angel have been chosen to volunteer. Other trainees congratulate him and then we begin to walk home.

"So, what's wrong?" He ask.

"Nothing," I say looking at my feet. We stop walking. He picks up my chin so that I'm looking him in the eye.

"Clove," he says his tone sounding worried, "what's wrong?"

"Everything," I reply.

"What went wrong in the office?" He asks.

"I don't think you want to know." I say, still looking him in the eyes. He gives me a look of concern. He can see right through me.

"Who did you pick?" He says. I do not reply. I look away. "I said, who did you pick, Clove?" He says, his stare firm.

"Dustin." He immediately backs up. His expression is cold and unforgiving. It says, I will not forgive you, this is not okay.

"How could you? You know how much I wanted to go."

"Well you still get to go. Why does it matter?"

"It matters because I thought I could trust you."

"What if I don't want you in the games, Cato?!? What if I don't think it's a good idea."

"Clove, I'm going to go into the games. When I'm out were going to have a better life. I'm doing this for us!" We're both shouting now. In the middle of the street. No one is around though.

"Your doing this for you, Cato! I don't care about the games, I don't want to lose you."

"Your not going to lose me. I'm going to win."

"But what if you don't! What if you don't Cato! What will happen then!!!" He goes quiet.

"I guess you don't trust me enough to let me go." He whispers.

"It's never been about trust. Your all I have left Cato! There isn't anyone but you!" My voice drops to a whisper.

"I thought you would understand." And then I take off.

I don't really know where I am running to, I just keep running. My back is turned to Cato, I don't look back to see if He is following me. I just keep running and running. Letting all if my thoughts escape me. When I sink to ground in exhaustion I look around. No Cato to be seen. All if my thoughts come crashing back into my mind. Without thinking about it I let out a choked sob.

Tomorrow is reaping day and I don't know whether or not Cato will volunteer. I sit tears streaming down my face until I hear footsteps. I immediately regain my senses.

"I have a knife and I'm not afraid to use it." I say. No reply. I stand up and look around to someone standing, several yards away. The person is unmistakably, Dustin.

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Authors Note

Hey guys, sorry I took so long to update. Busy haha. I spent time reading Divergent and Insurgent by Veronica Roth, soooo amazing. I'm obsessed haha. Well thanks for reading. I'm up to forty reads which is more than I ever thought I would get. Thank you so much! Feedback is appreciated. Have a good day.

And Always Remember Clato is Forever!