catowithoutreserve || Cato&Clove ||
They were friends, nothing else. She felt for him but she doubted he would feel something more than a friendship. She was so insecure about herself, not about her skills but about her looks. The reaping was close. They knew each other and they have been friends since the day she got to talk to him thanks to her parents. She was 12 and she remembered that day like it was yesterday. She was at the gym, practicing. Her entire life was to be the best with the knives, the first one in the class and the most smart of the family. She needed to bring honor and proud to the family. She kept throwing knives, she never failed and suddenly as the door opened she saw him. A smiled gently touched her lips but she kept throwing the knives and not failing. When the coach told her it was enough she got down and went to greet him.
She ran toward him and hugged him tight.” Cato ” she screamed. They were friends, only friend and he heart ached because of that. Only if he knew what she was feeling he would stay away and make it easier for her to forget him. But as this thought crossed her mind she felt like crying and dying, she shook it away and faked a smile as he pulled away. It was sad, the reaping was coming and she knew he was dying to volunteer and bring honor to the family. She didn’t want to lose him, she wasn’t ready to let him go and neither to go to the hunger games. She was young than him, she was 15 he was 17. “You are ready for the Hunger games?” she asked and her eyes weren’t full of excitement but of sadness. She didn’t want him to get hurt, she knew he was good but he could die there and she wouldn’t take it. She needed to keep those thoughts away, they were only friends.
Clove was one of Cato’s earliest memories, characterizing nearly every important aspect in his life. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what exactly he felt towards her. He knew that he cared for her. That was apparent, merely because she was one of his closest friends. She was one of the first that he let into his guarded heart, knowing right away that she would always remain an important person in his life. Even though he had been in his teens upon meeting her, he couldn’t seem to remember a life in which she wasn’t a part of his life. He had always been a serious boy, completely focused on the task at hand. Rarely straying from intensive training and leaving little room to do anything else. His parents had welcomed his dedication as he stayed away from the activities of other boys his age, training becoming the very center of the axis his world spun on. At the time he had no intention of changing his viewpoint, everything else taking a backseat. That was until he met someone who he thought could co-exist alongside his drive to win the games, Clove. Upon entering training he saw her, smiling slightly, and yet not loosing focus on the task that was laid before her. Once the trainer signaled for her to bring a halt to her flawless knife throwing she jumped down, rapidly closing the space between them. He openly smiled, in a fashion he reserved just for her, taking quick long strides which easily kept pace with the run she had to use to counteract her. Cato felt a jerk in his chest as was his custom whenever she said his name, smiling in a way that seemed to be just or him. But they had been friends for years, she couldn’t possibly feel for him as he felt for her. He dare not tell her of his affections for her, it would only cause a rift between them that was not easily crossed once made. At least as friends he would never have to lose her, even if that meant that maybe he would never have her as his own. Cato spread his arms, squeezing her tightly in his embrace before letting go.
From the moment of Cato’s birth, volunteering for the games had been drilled into his brain. Pushed and prodded towards that end, so much so that he believed it was his own desire as well. Among the boys especially it was a contest to see which volunteer would be chosen, seeing as any boy who had mettle would be fighting to be chosen. Cato found himself among that following every year, growing that much more frustrated every year when another boy was chosen instead. He nodded, his eyes bright with anticipation. “I’ve been waiting for this my entire life.” He replied confidently as he glanced down, seeing that the excitement was only one sided. To anyone else it would have gone unnoticed but he did know her and saw the underlying sadness in her question and in her features. “But you aren’t looking forward to the games?” He questioned, curious as to her reply.