I grabbed her tender hands in mine, and forced her eyes up. Glassy, as one tear is shed.

“I can’t trust you..” she looked away, as if ashamed, her blue eyes ever bluer and her blonde hair like what I always imagined sand looked like.

“No!” I yelled, pulling her attention back to me, “Clarke you don’t understand, I lov—“

“Don’t. Don’t you dare say it Wells, not when YOU killed my dad.”

I took a...