Dear Clove,
I'm so sorry I shut you out all these years. When you volunteered at the Reaping for your sister, I was heartbroken. When I was reaped I just promised myself that you would get home.
I promised you. When I heard you screaming my name, I ran as fast as I could but I was to far. By the time I got to the Cornucopia, I was to late. Thresh had already gotten to you. I held your hand and begged you to stay with me. When I heard your cannon fire I spent the night crying myself to sleep.
When the Gamemakers drove Katniss, Peeta and I together at the Cornucopia, I had pretty much lost my will to fight. I knew if I won, I wouldn't survive in District 2 without you. I just let katniss shoot me. I was very grateful that she did. My last request was going to be For her to kill me anyway.
My last words were " Together or not at all" . I knew I had promised you and I now realize I love you so much.
Your forever my Clover.
Love, Cato
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Letters To The Tributes
FanfictionThis is a combination of letters written by the Tributes of The Hunger Games! Enjoy!