A Clato oneshot in which the feast occurs. For the @Knife_Thrower contest. "Crawling on the ash, she's pitiful She lost her sense of light, she has to hold my hand Had I known we might be two kids without their jackets My fear would come alive, I wouldn't loathe her now She might not make home tonight..." -Get Up by Barcelona

Cato and Clove have always been rivals, always trying to best each other. But what happens when they win the Games and are forced to give the Capitol what they want: Love? Being forced into marriage with the guy you despise isn't always fun. This story is in Clove's point of view, and is rated PG-13 for mild (in my opinion) blood and gore...and it's the Hunger Games. I do not own the Hunger Games, any of its characters, blah blah blah. Hope you all like my story and constructive criticism would be lovely. Peace!

"she played beautifully, but it wasn't the piano that i liked."

"and if you saw my love, you'd love her too."

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A story in which two teens take the same train every Thursday.

a story in which he goes to starbucks every tuesday and falls in love with her.