A/N: So I'm feeling like this is coming to a close... It's probably going to be finished in the next few chapters... sigh... I'm honestly going to really miss this story, I've been working on it for over a year now!!! Ah now I'm sad. Anyway. Because I love you guys and I want another ongoing project (I can't even believe I've somehow managed to almost finish this one...?), can you tell me if you would bother to read something new? Like idk if it would be fanfiction (not THG sorry) or something original but I'd appreciate it if you said you would or not. Idk if nobody does i'll just leave :P Anyway.
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CLOVE POV
My fists clench as I remember frantically what Cinna said. 'Look powerful'. So I stride on to the stage with my head held up high, arms waving at the screaming audience. Out of the corner of my eye I see sparks flying off in all the directions, and for a moment I think I'm the next Girl on Fire, just a copy of Katniss, but when I look behind me there aren't any flames. Only sparks, cracking and sizzling with every step I take, turning the floor of the stage white hot. I'm alive with electricity.
In my mind I thank Cinna over and over again as I wave cheerily to the audience. I know I'm meant to be sad about Cato, but this is my night, and I'll act however I want. Besides, I could best Snow in a fight, easy. My hands feel like they're about to fall off, my smile about to fly off my face.
"Clove!" Caeser shouts triumphantly, taking my hand and holding it up high. I grin widely, bowing gracefully and letting him lead me over to the seat. "Welcome!" Caesar continues. "We've all missed you tremendously," he adds, when the audience has calmed themselves down a little. "You left us on such a cliffhanger there," he says.
I'm not meant to know about this part, either. "I don't remember," I say innocently. "They wiped my mind, because I couldn't cope, not without, without-" I force my voice to crack, tying my fingers together and staring down at them, giving a loud sniff just to finish it off. The audience awhs, and I can't help but feel pleased.
I feel a sympathetic hand on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry for your loss, Clove. It was heartbreaking, and we all miss Cato very much, too," he says softly. The Capitol is quiet now, mourning for me, for him. I know I only have to keep this up a while longer before I can see him again.
I let a little tear escape my eye, wiping it away. Imagining Cato with that sword breaking him still makes me cry. I need to use that image, again and again to keep the sympathy coming. "I- I'm sorry," I mumble, looking up through wet lashes at Caeser. Wiping my eyes again, I give them a sad smile and whisper. "I'm sorry. I can't talk about him, not yet," I stammer, pressing my lips together and coaxing another 'awh' from the crowd. I'm doing good.
"It's alright, Clove," Caeser says empathically. "You don't have to. Let's talk about this new stylist, huh? Bit of a shock for all of us when it was none other than Cinna who appeared up here tonight!" he yells.
I smile. "After that awful accident with my last stylist, he was the only one who could stand in, and he's been brilliant," I gush, smiling radiantly up at Cinna on the balcony, genuinely glad we've stopped talking about Cato. And glad Enobaria covered everything up with the last Capitol idiot that got on my nerves.
"He has!" Caeser echoes. "Those sparks were wonderful," he says eagerly, and I nod along, being careful to keep the blank look in my eyes. "Now, Clove. I have one more question before we rewatch the Games," he says. The audience is silent again, hanging onto my every word. "You have some lovely writing on your shoulder, and do tell me if I'm blind or it's in another language, but could you tell us what it says?"
I laugh with the crowd, nodding as I try to remember exactly. Cinna was right, they'd obviously scripted it in. Maybe this was when Cato comes back...
"I don't know exactly, but it's something like this," I say. "Life isn't measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the number of moments that take your breath away. I hope I got that right," I chuckle, and Caeser smiles warmly.
"Number of moments that take your breath away, huh? Are we counting?"
I know that voice, I think. I know it. That's Cato, he's alive, he's okay, and he's here," As I whip around the audience erupt into screams and cheers. My heart is in my mouth, rushing it's beats as my eyes find his blue ones, reflecting the sparks that fly off my shoes as I stand up shakily. Cato's here.
Biting my lip, I race as fast as I can in the shoes up to him, throwing my arms around his neck and burying my face in his chest. He's alive, real, his heart is beating and he's solid and warm and everything I'd dream he'd be. The crowd's applause burns my ears as tears sear my eyes, running down my cheeks as I refuse to let go. I feel like the break through my chest isn't there anymore, that it's mended and it's all okay...
"Hey, Clove," he whispers into my ear. He's okay. He's real. And it's then I know that everything's going to be fine.
A/N: So this feels like it's finished. Sort of. If I get really bored I'll write a few more chapters, but don't get your hopes up. Thank you SO MUCH FOR ALL YOUR ONGOING SUPPORT AND STICKING WITH ME THROUGH THE SHITTY CHAPTERS I COMPLETELY ADORE YOU ALL!!!! <3 (This feels like I'm saying goodbye to my child off to college) and DONT FORGET TO TELL ME IF YOU'D READ SOMETHING ELSE I WROTE!! I would love it.
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