Hopefully I'll keep writing this story, all the others have sort of failed. Please comment&vote, means a lot. :)
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The train is clean and comfortable. The carpet is velvety under my bare feet and deep blue in colour. Emille and Cato are sitting at the table piled high with food in another compartment while I'm in my compartment letting my emotions out.
I kneel on the bed, my face in the pillow to muffle any sounds. I couldn't let any of them see me like this. I have something to prove. I need to show Panem that I'm not some little girl who is skilled with knives, but that I am somebody. I punch my pillow a few times, and that seems to rid me of a little anger I feel.
There was a light knock on the door and I angrily wipe my hand across my cheeks and look towards the door. Through the little window I see Cato, looking a little concerned. He opens the door and quickly steps inside my compartment.
"Are you okay?" He asks me.
"I could be better. I don't want to be in these games, no matter what glory it may bring me"
"I understand" He says, sitting down on the bed beside me.
"I've just got to show that I'm not some weakling. That's all I want. And to come home."
"Doesn't everybody?"
"True. Cato, can I stick with you in the arena... You know, hide out near the Cornucopia like other tributes in the past?"
"Of course, midge," He smiles down at me. "Come on, come and eat something. And wipe those tears."
I hadn't even realised that tears had started to fall down my cheeks again. Frustration overwhelms me and I wipe furiously at my eyes, willing for the tears to stop.
"Come here" Cato says quietly, pulling me into his chest. He puts his arms around me and I put mine around him.
We stay like this for a few minutes. It was the first comfort I had felt all day. It feels different. There's just something about Cato... I can't explain it. He's different from the other boys.
"Come on then Midge," He smirks "Let's go get you something to eat. Have some hot chocolate, it's amazing!"
"Is Midge a new nickname for me?" I scowl. He laughs.
"It could be" Grinning, he wipes my eyes clear of tears and stands up. I stand and walk to the door and walk to the next compartment with all the food.
Cato opens the door for me, and points me to the table with pots and plates covering the decorated table. Pots of stew, platters of cakes and rolls, all kinds of different bread and meats, fuits and bowls of sauces. A few jugs are positioned in the centre of the table, and three of them are steaming.
Pulling out a chair for myself, Cato gets a plate and piles it with a variety of breads and meats.
"For starters." He smirks and places it in front of me. I stare, wide eyed at the pile of food. "I'll get you that hot chocolate."
I cut open a roll and place a sliver of pink meat inside the roll. I take a bite as Cato places a steaming mug of a brown liquid in front of me.
"What's that?" I ask.
"Hot chocolate." He smiles as he sits down opposite me.
I blow on the steaming liquid, making the steam disappear for a second before it reappears. I bring the mug to my lips and take a long sip. The hot liquid is a little too hot, but I can taste the chocolate. It is a wonderful taste, deep and velvety. I can't get enough. I blow on it a little more, then gulp a few times. My mug is empty. Cato grins at me from the opposite side of the table. My tongue is burning and feels weird, but I'm glad for the taste of chocolate.
