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-Elm POV-
Clove said she has something important to tell me today. We are walking somewhere but I don't know where. Clove is holding my hand. Clove is my guardian. My parents we're an and would hurt me. I don't remember it but Clove says it was horrible.
We finally reach our destination.
"What is this place,Clove?" I ask.
"This is where I used to hangout with my best friend." She smiles.
"Oh. Why did you bring me here?" I wonder.
"Sit down and I'll tell you." She tells me.
I spread out the blanket we brought and take a seat. Clove sits across from me and takes both my hands.
"Tomorrow is your first reaping. So I thought today would be a good day to tell you why I'm so sad sometimes." Clove begins.
"Well, I had a best friend names Cato. As we got older we fell in love. We loved each other very much. When I was picked for the Hunger Games, he volunteered for the boy who was picked. When we were in the games he..." She starts to cry.
"What happened Clove?" I say beginning to cry also. I hate it when Clove cries.
"He proposed to me. A few day later a horrible person killed him. So I killed that person."
I step back from her and begin sobbing violently,"Why? Why would he do that?! Why!"
"Baby, don't cry. Come here don't cry baby." I climb into Clove's lap.
"Shh baby. I know. I'm so sorry baby. Shh" Clove sings stroking my hair.
"That's why I have fits sometimes. I start to think of Cato. I've never let you in my room because I have pictures of us everywhere."
"Clove, I'm sorry." I whisper, tears still streaming down my face.
"Don't be sorry baby you never did anything to me." She kisses my head.
"Would you like to see a picture?" She asks.
I nod my head. She shows me a picture of Cato. He's so handsome.
"He's handsome!" I exclaim.
"Yeah." She whispers hugging me tightly.
"Can I keep it?" I wonder. Please say yes. Please say yes.
"Yes you can." She kisses my cheek then we walk home.
I will avenge ur death,Cato. I promise.

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