Marble Heart: A Clato Fanfic

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Ride

The train had rooms and kitchens and couches all over.

Marice let Cato and Clove sit and discussed their survival plans with the mentors, Brutus and Enobaria. As well as watching over recaps of reapings in other Districts.

Clove couldn't help but stare awkwardly at Cato while she fiddled with her necklace, he glanced back at her every now and then.

They finished up their discussion and were showed to their rooms. Cato got a room with a huge bed with purple sheets and purple walls, too girly for his taste but he didn't complain. Clove, a room with burgundy sheets and walls.

They got settled in and sat around, until they were invited to go down to the dining room.

Avoxes served them huge platters of food, course after course, they talked and ate, about the Games, weapons, talents, scores, outfits for the chariots.

After Clove went back to her room in a hurry and took a shower, Cato did the same.

Clove picked out a white top and black leggings to wear. She spent the rest of her time looking at the clothes in the drawers and exploring her room, until she heard someone knock on her door.

Marice. She'll come in if it's important.

So Clove ignored her. But instead Cato entered. He stood in the doorway.

"Yes?" Clove said, a bit annoyed.

"Nothing really," Cato replied. Clove huffed and rolled her eyes.

"Relax, Clover. We're careers remember? Not like anything's gonna happen to us."

"Really?," Clove said, angry and annoyed. "Actually, something is gonna happen. One of us is going to die. Only one victor, remember?" She mocked.

They stared at each other in awkward silence. Clove had her hands on her hips and Cato was still leaning in the doorway.

"Why'd you have to volunteer anyway?" He opened his mouth to speak but she intrupted, "You know I could've done this on my own. I could've won and you'd have been to old. But nooo. You're gonna go and put yourself at risk, possibly me too. Now one, if not both of us will be dead in the next three weeks."

"It's okay. We'll be fine."

"No it's not." Clove kept sassing. "Now leave my room."

"It's not even your room."

"Yes it is!"

"It's only temporary." He said. Walking away from Clove and her room.

Temporary. She took it a different way. The word stuck to Clove.

Temporary. That's all they were. Temporary. They'd all die, eventually. Whether she survived the games or not. Temporary.

Temporary.

Clove let the thought go and sat around for a while. She got dressed in some pajamas she found and tried to sleep.

Temporary.

It continued in her head. They were nothing but temporary. Temporary.

Clove got up amd found her way to Cato's room. Hos temporary room.

She knocked lightly on the mahogany doors. He opened the door and stood in front of her. Shirtless.

She stared at him. It's not like she never saw him without a shirt on before, it's that she wouldn't expect it in this situation.

"You gonna talk?" He said.

"Oh... yeah, um..." she hesitated, "what are you doing?"

"I was trying to sleep but that wasn't going well."

She was silent, he then lifted up her head and stared into her forest green eyes.

He smiled, and so did she.

Why does it have to come to this?

She thought, because they'd die soon, they're romance didn't matter.

"Hey," he whispered. "I'm sorry."

She smiled and he kissed her. She was shook. She didn't expect that much.

She pulled away and said, "see you tomorrow."

Then walked back to her room.