We’re misery in disguise
It was the night before they had to go into the arena, neither he or Clove admitted it but they were nervous. As confident as they were that one of them would win, they knew that one still wouldn’t make it out. He caught her looking at him and she smiled. At that, he remembered their brief moment of humanity or maybe even a semblance of joy together…
Clove was lying on her back drumming her fingers on the sofa. He was sat on the opposite end by her head. They were waiting to be called down to training and had nothing to do. Cato didn’t realize that she was staring up at him.
“What?” he asked brusquely.
“Don’t you ever smile?” she inquired.
“No.” Cato looked down at her with a frown just to prove his point.
They both stopped speaking again, the rhythmic drumming of her fingers was the only sound. She stopped.
“I like ceilings,” she said blankly. “I guess you could say I’m a ceiling fan.” [x]
Cato couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping him. She smiled at the sound, as foreign as it was to her. He grudgingly smiled back.
He smiled back again this time. It was a bittersweet moment though. On the outside, the two of them are all smiles and confidence, but in reality they’re misery in disguise.