A very short chapter, since I'm updating MOST of my stories today. And, train rides really aren't too important to me! ~Squintz P.S. Enjoy, anyway!
"So, Clove... Any plans for these Games? Such as... I don't know... Backstabbing?" Cato asks, taking a sip of water.
"Please, just shut the hell up, Cato... I don't need this lecture. You have to come up with something new, because this one is getting old." I blow out a heavy sigh.
I feel as if this just happened yesterday. Sitting in this same train, seeing this same face in front of me, looking out this same window, getting ready to go into this same horrible Game. It's not really as good as it looks, I found out. The fame, the fortune, the protection. Seems like none of it will ever last. Cato scuffs his shoe along the carpet, shaking his head.
"Why?" He asks me.
"Why what?" I reply.
"Why did you backstab me? I trusted you..." Cato says in a bit of a different tone.
I actually feel a little tinge of guilt build up within me, but I try my hardest to ignore it.
"I..." I grope for a reason, "Did you ever feel... Actually... Liked?" I ask him.
"What do you mean?" Cato asks.
"Like... Have you ever felt somebody else's emotions and thoughts on you... Go into you?" I ask in a confusing way.
"Uh... I don't think so."
"Well, I could feel how Katniss was feeling... And how Peeta was feeling... And... And they were... They were scared... Of you, Cato. And of me... I knew I had to do something... So... I did what I did." I explain quietly.
There's an unsettling silence that begins to seep into the air, but Cato says something before it becomes unbearable.
"What happened to you, Clove?" He asks.
I consider this for a second, then turn to him with a serious face.
"I grew a heart, Cato." I say, standing and walking from the dining cart.