*Clove’s POV*
This is the day.
Let’s see if Cato really meant it.
We all lined up as usual.
Then a represent from the Capitol will call up names of the new tributes.
The reaping had started.
They’re going to pick a name.
“Kreysch Wilson!”
I look into Cato’s direction.
“For the boys ...”
“I VOLUNTEER!”
Cato lunged forward. Claiming his throne. He did it. What the hell.
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*Cato’s POV*
Before we head to the capitol we we’re given time to bid our goodbye’s to our family.
I didn’t expect to see Clove.
“What the hell?” she punch me in the arms.
“What? I told you I’ll do anything. Don’t forget our deal.”
“Whatever. You make me look like I was the one responsible for your death.” she outburst.
“Well it’s not your fault if it happens. It’s mine. It’s my choice. Who told you I’ll die? I won’t let it happen. So stop acting like a murderer. Come give me a hug before I go”
“No way!” then she left.
I can see that she flushed in anger. No time turning back. This is a lame idea. Very lame.
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*Clove’s POV*
I want to cry. I wasn’t suppose to be mean to him. I should’ve give him a hug. What if it’s the last time I’ll ever see him? Stupid! I’m very stupid! This tears are useless. It cannot bring him back. What am I thinking? I hope he made it back. I don’t want to lose him.
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True Love || Clato
FanfictionA/N: Credits to my wonderful (roleplayer) facebook friend Kira, for suggesting or should I say giving names to my added two fictional characters. It's perfect. xx To my friend (Dana) & my cousin (a.k.a Annie Cresta) who loves my first story even tho...
