Not Supposed To Be

~27

The dogs took off back into the forest howling. Cato pushed Peeta's body off as the sun began to rise. There is no way that it can be morning now. My tears had stopped at some point and Cato had pushed my nose back into place and was now cleaning to blood off my face and hands. He kissed my forehead as he stuck gauze up my nose to stop the bleeding then wrapped his arms back around me.

I backed away and stood up. He reached for me but I shook my head. The games weren't over yet. One of us has to die and I has to be me. I couldn't live with myself if I killed Cato.

"It's over Cato. One of us has to go. It's going to be me. I-"

"NO!" He boomed and walked towards me. "I said that you were going home. I can't live without you and I can't kill you. I love you. I know I'm not suppose to be, but I love you. You need to go home." He said grabbing my hand.

Tears began to fall as I reached for the knife in my belt. I haven't touched the knife since I took it from the boy from 5 on the first day. The knife was cold in my hand and the blade was ice as I pressed it against my throat.

Cato grabbed my hand to stop me from continuing. Fear filled his blue eyes and more tears fell. I never seen him so scared.

"Please don't. I can't live without you either." I said and my voice cracked.

"Fine. Then we go together." Cato said pulling a knife out of his back and pressed it to his throat. " I just want you to now that I love you." He said and grabbed my other hand and entwined our fingers together.

"I love you too. On three." I said and leaned in for one last kiss.

His lips moved with mine and he squeezed my hand. I leaned back and looked into his watery blue eyes. I took a shaky breath and put the knife back on my throat.

"One." He said together and I could feel the warm blood run down my neck and saw Cato's blood run onto his red jacket.

"Two." The sunlight lit up Cato's blonde hair and he looked so beautiful. He grew up being trained to be a fighter for these games. To win and bring glory to his district. But, he fell in love me, a sickly girl from district 4.

"Three." I mirrored Cato's motion and slowly began to move the knife when a voice rang out.

"Stop! Stop! I present you the winners of the seventy-fourth Hunger Games. From District 2, Cato-"

Cato's arms smacked the knife from my hand and the I was wrapped into his arms and lifted into the air. I buried my head in his neck as cheering poured all over the arena. He sat me down and his lips were on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled.

A hovercraft appeared and two ladders came down. Cato kept his arms around me and lead me to the nearest ladder. He would not let me go so, we shared the ladder up.

Once inside the cheer stopped and I clung to Cato as doctors tried to pry us apart. He began to yell at them to get back. I yelped as something jammed into my back. My vision blurred and my legs gave out. I slumped to the floor and Cato followed. I gripped his hands as my vision went black.