Right by My Side ( PeetaxCato)

Chapter 14-Spiritual Things

Cato

I woke up the next morning and stretched my back. I hadn't worked out yestetday but I would later today...my body had a very strange way of reminding me when to do things....
I looked over and saw Peeta still asleep. Poor guy, he had hardly slept that night with all the fidgeting and nightmares he had had.
I figured it was best to go to church that morning, mainly so I could clear my head of any bad thoughts of Finnick I had at this point.
Our Lady of the Rosary was a beautiful old cathedral that stood out in Plum Creek that stood there since the Civil War. It had nany stained glass windows and a flying buttress on the inside, because it was meant to relay the medieval period churches. When I walked inside of it at nine in the morning, there wasn't much of a crowd. There were the usuals with their rosaries and prayer books, gathered around the timeless marble statues of Jesus and the Sacred Heart, The Holy Virgin Mary, and some of the many different saints
I, however, walked into the sanctuary, dipped my fingers in the basin of holy water, gave myself the sign of the cross, and walked over to a pew. I knelt once more, gave myself the sign of the cross, got back up and slid back into a pew.
I pulled the rosary out of my pocket and began to pray. As I prayed, I began to think of what other things Peeta had gone through. First off, he had lost his mom and dad, now he had been raped by Finnick Odair, the town creep.
The only problem was why was Finnick in Silver Lake if Peeta's story was correct? Finnick wasn't very big on leaving known territory and he always seemed to be lurking around here somewhere. So why Silver Lake...
Then suddenly, I remembered something....something that could be proof that my man was telling the truth.....

Peeta

I woke up to an empty bed and a little note from Cato which read that he had gone to church and he would be back shortly. I knew Cato to be a deeply religious Catholic because of the crosses and crucifixes he always wore somewhere on him.
I was raised Jewish on the other hand but I had respect for religion. I just wished there was one to take away my pain.....
   Then I realised there was....Cato was my religion, he was my sun and I was his moon. He was my heaven and I was his earth....he was my religion and I was his convert...

Song of the Day; Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey