I´m coming back into focus when Caesar asks him if he has a girlfriend back home.
Cato hesitates for a moment. He glances at the cameras briefly, then returns his attention to Caesar with a quick nod.
"Of course," Caesar lets out a laugh, while some people in the audience, mostly women, sigh in disappointment. "Handsome lad like you, there is definitely someone waiting for you at home. Did you talk with her after the Reaping?"
Cato is smirking now and I know he is up to something.
"I did, yes." Caesar opens his mouth to shoot the next question, but Cato is faster and continues. "Actually, I just talked with her before walking on stage. You see," his eyes turn to the camera, and, for a second, it seems like his words are directed to me. I swallow hard, preparing myself for his next words "she came here with me.”
"You idiot! I should have known you’d get yourself into a mess like this- get up. Get up! Clove?!”
we were supposed to go home
Clato + faceless
She could cut anyone who dared cross her. Whenever she was about to strike, Clove always brought the knife to her lips as if to kiss it. She’d smile, letting whatever was her target know this was the last thing it was going to see.
He weilded a sword with skill as if he was born with it in his hand. There was nothing to stop him once he set his eyes on a victim and a sword was laced between his fingers. People would whisper his name like he was a legend.
Together, they made a deadly couple. .
Cato and Clove, the tributes from District 2, might have both made it home if Peeta and I hadn’t.
´Cause all the time we have
We´ll share it
You and I