I meet Ethan up at the park at 2:45, the dream I had last night is on my mind, is that a forewarning that Cato will die? Is it telling me that the Capitol will kill him? The crisp cool air of winter is around, it’s even freaking snowing, I’m glad I dressed warmly.
“Hey,” Ethan says, as soon as he catches sight of me.
“Hey,” I say half-heartedly, I’ll do anything to make sure Cato doesn’t die.
“What’s wrong?” Ethan asks.
“Nothing.” I tell him.
“Well obviously something is wrong, because usually you’re all smiley and happy.”
“I said nothing is wrong,” I snap.
“Ok, I’m sorry for asking.” Ethan says, sounding kind of hurt.
I'm leaning towards discontinuing, I'm sorry