everyone was silent stalking through the woods, on the lookout for tributes. you had been in the arena for a day, and after setting up camp, finding loverboy aka peeta, you had begun to search high and low for your next opportunity to kill. however, where your eyes were going, were to the boy infront of you, cato.

the dude was practically a model with the way he strutted, fought, and killed - you scolded yourself inwardly for even having the thoughts. he wouldn't like someone like you, you huffed in your mind, forget it.

but you couldn't, not the way he seemed to know. the way he placed a hand on you back to guide you, or when he glanced over knowingly after doing something stupid or funny. however, the tension came a head one uneventful night. other tributes were clearly having problems, but you and the careers were left alone.

you settled by a creek that night, looking up at the sky after they had showed the dead people. before someone sat beside you. the body tilted their head down at you, sighing outwardly. "would a boy like you," you began quietly, "like me?" you asked, your voice small, both of you seemed confused.

"a boy like me, shouldn't. but i do." he added, glancing away and letting the silence conquer the air around.