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 deep breath, my eyes closed. I imagined life before we were sent down. Before her father died. When we were happy. When my dad, the chancellor, and hers, the top engineer would host parties together, when we were inseparable

“Clarke. Clarke. Listen to me. You know me. I know deep down you don’t think Idid it.”

Clarke, again, looked away, attempting to hide the downpour of tears cascading from her chin to her chest.

I looked at her with the most hopeful stare I could muster, because I don’t think I could go on without her. She was the only person who saw me for me, especially since my dad became chancellor. They saw me as his pet, but she knew the real me.

A moment passed before Clarke looked back towards me. With her head down, she muttered slowly,

“I know.”

She finally looked up to me, more tears welling up in her eyes. I took the golden strands of hair in front of her beautiful eyes and placed them behind her ear.

“I’m sorry,” she started, “I didn’t want to face the truth. The truth that the only person still out there, my only family left, my mom, killed the only other person who mattered most.”

She looked to her lap again, shaking with sobs. I tried my best to comfort her, placing my hands around her shoulders.

“Clarke. I let you hate me because YOU are the only one there for me. My dad isn’t the best, you know that. But you… you are. Your beauty is unparalleled and you care more than anybody I know.

You care about me… even when you thought your father died at my hand.”

I gently moved my hand up to her cheek, wiping the stray tear from her eyelash.

“My heart belongs to you, my soul is your twin flame. I would walk to the ends of our earth just to be there for you on the other side, through the barren waste lands, radioactive oceans, our luminescent forests.

I lov—“

She raised her hand up to my lips, her thin calloused fingers silencing my voice before it could crawl past my throat.

“No, Wells, I don’t deserve your words. Not after everything I did to you—“

This time I shut her up, my rough lips on her soft ones. Never had I dreamed up a kiss so sweet, so tender. I pulled her closer by her cheeks and she placed her hands softly upon my chest.

After a few moments we both broke away, forehead against forehead, hot breaths mingling.

I looked, finally, into her crystalline eyes,

“You deserve the world.”