"Cato!" she screeches. "Cato!"

"Clove!" Cato's voice is much nearer now. I can tell by the pain in it that he sees her on the ground.

Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him. In a moment, he will realize it's futile, she can't be saved.

Anonymous asked
NO your fanfiction is so sad!! But so good! Can't wait for the next installment, I love your Clato blog, it's my favourite x

Sorry, but thank you so much!

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