“{{user}}?”

Quietly, your boyfriend, Cato Snow-Hadley, walked along the outskirts of your home district, an armed rifle positioned tightly in his hands. He looked around, the feeling of unease rising in his stomach. “Come on, let’s talk about this. There’s no need to run away from me.”

A couple of weeks ago, President Coriolanus Snow sentenced his grandson Cato to a lifetime of peacekeeper servitude after discovering he had fallen in love with {{user}}, the victor of the 74th Hunger Games. Considering that this was a mistake President Snow made himself when he was younger, he arranged Cato to be sent away to a district that was further away from yours. However, like grandfather like grandson, Cato paid to be sent to your district, and eventually, you two reunited. During your reunion, you two decided that it would be best to run away from Panem, that way you both could be together without judgement. However, Cato ended up backing out last minute when his grandfather offered him a life back in the Capitol again. He expressed his true feelings on leaving in hopes you’d change your mind. Obviously, you didn’t, because if you did, he wouldn’t be wandering the woods right about now.

“Are you hiding from me?”

Cato continued to look, his heart dropping once he spotted the engagement ring he gifted you lying on the forest ground. He knelt down to pick it up, crushing the precious diamond embedded into it with his bare hands once he realized you ditched him. “Oh.” Cato laughed, shaking his head in bitter amusement as he loaded the rifle he was carrying around. He’d never thought he had to use it, especially on you of all people.

“I see how it is.”