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Clarke:

I feel a rough hand close around my upper arm and drag me away from Finn, away from my pain, and into the woods. I wrench myself away from my company as soon as we are out of earshot and turn in the opposite direction of them.

"Get away from me, Finn." I growl. I can't stand being near him right now. After what I just witnessed, it hurts too bad. God, this is just all too much.

"I'm not Finn." says a deep voice behind me, and relief floods my entire body. I visibly relax.

It's Bellamy. I turn and look into his chestnut colored eyes and see honest worry there, for me. 'I've got to stop letting people fuss over me' I think to myself as I pull my hair up into a ponytail. I then lean against the tree as casually as possible, but miserably failing at the "casual" part. I attempt a different approach and try to reassure him. "I'm fine, Bellamy. Seriously." I even attempt a small smile, but all that gets onto my face is a grimace.

He cocks his head ever so slightly and fixes me with one of his piercing stares. "No, Clarke. You're really not." He even has the nerve to cross his arms defiantly. 'Why the hell did I try the smile?' I miserably ask myself.

"Bellamy. Go watch over Finn, it would make me feel loads better." I say, ready to try anything to have a little time alone to cry. He shakes his head and watches me solemnly. Ever so freaking stubborn.

Tears fill my eyes and I slide my back down the tree I'm resting on. I take my head into my hands and choke out, "Please, Bellamy. Please just go." He must have heard how hurt I was on the inside, because I looked up and saw his retreating figure. He looked back once and gave me a concerned glance, but still kept walking.

And then I really break. I pull my knees into my chest, but soon find myself in a heap on the forest floor, my face resting on the cool dew. My nails dig into my palms and I desperately want to cry, but the breaking feeling taking over my heart won't allow it. All I can do is endure the pain, my breaths deep, as blood runs down my arm from where my nails inserted into them.

It's over between Finn and I. he's not himself anymore. He's…. a monster. He kills without a second thought, recklessly. And the last relationship I need right now is a reckless one.

My steady stream of tears begins to slow down, and my eyes begin to droop.

I desperately want someone to hold me right now. It should be Finn. We only broke up hours ago, and I doubt he even knows we broke up yet. The sad thing, though, is that it's not Finn. It's Bellamy.

And with the thought of Bellamy's arms around me, I drift off to sleep.