Clove: I finish writing down some stuff and I set my pen down and glanced at the clock. 10:30. When's Cato coming back? He said he'll be back early. I put away the papers and everything neatly. I waited eagerly for the door to open and for him to be back. But it never happened. I lay in bed not able to sleep without him.

Clove: I wake up in the morning covered in sweat. Nightmares tormented me, of dead tributes, that I killed. I look to my left, it was an empty space. I pull my feet up to my chest and hug them tightly, a few tears escaping. Where is he?

Cato: I wake up groggily suffering a really bad hangover. I turn to my right. Clove-? Who the hell is that? I sit up. Where the hell am I?! The girl next to me was a blonde. She turns around. "Morning Cato."

"Who the hell are you!?" I exclaim, panic rising. "And where am I?!" She looks surprised. "You don't know? This is my house, you were at my party last night and then…" I didn't want to know any more, I scrambled out of bed, realizing I was wearing my boxers, threw on my pants and my jacket and ran out of the house.

Cato: I ran back home, back to Clove. I hurriedly unlocked the door and barged in. I ran up the stairs and burst through the bedroom door. "Clove!" I gasp. She looks up, "Cato?" She mumbles, wiping the tears off her face. I sat down on the side of the bed and hugged her tightly. "Clove, I'm so sorry I wasn't here for you last night." I whisper. "Where were you?" She asks. "I-I was, at my friends house, because I got really drunk." I stammer.

Clove: I bury my face in his sleeve. And that was when I noticed the strong scent of perfume on his clothes. I push him off me. "You're lying. What did you do?" I ask angrily. "What?" He asks. I grab his sleeve. "Smell your clothes! What do you think I think!?" I snap. He takes a whiff of his clothes and he goes pale. "No, Clove, I can explain."

"I don't want to hear it!" I snap, trying to stay strong even though inside I was breaking. The doorbell rang suddenly and after a moment's hesitation, Cato walks downstairs to open it. I walk out and look down from the balcony thing. A girl with blonde hair is standing there and I could see Cato tensing up. "Cato, you forgot your stuff." She says, handing him his socks, shoes and shirt. My heart shatters into a million pieces. My guess was right. He was with some girl. How could he do this to me? I should've known. He never stays with one girl for longer than a year.

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