A letter I wrote from Cato to Clove. Dear Clove… I’m so sorry I wasn’t there in time for you. I replay it over and over in my head, and I know the memory better than any other. I run and call for you, but every time I’m just too late to save you. I should have been there sooner. I should have protected you. When you cried out for me, my heart stopped. I knew you were in trouble. Maybe if I had run faster I could have made it. Maybe we could have had one last moment together. One last moment before you died. I never really got a chance to tell you how much you mean to me. Everything. You’re what kept me alive when it seemed like hope was lost. My light in the darkness. I’m sorry I never told you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there. But in some ways, I’m glad, too. Two would never be the same without you. There would be no joy left. We’ll be together again soon. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Love always, Cato
Credits: Suzanne Collins for creating The Hunger Games, of course, and thumbnail image from NegativeSpace. Notes: Ever get the urge to just write something random? That's what happened here. I was reading some heavy Cato and Clove things, and then I felt the need to depress myself further, so here I am. Also, I think I've got something with the dandelions going on.
