Author's Note: I'm going up to the beach with my family for this whole week, so I won't be able to update as frequently this week. I hope that you all still enjoy this chapter, tho.
Octavia walked a few steps ahead of everyone else, leading the way. She grew even sadder with each step that she took. She remember then look on Lincoln's face as he slipped away, into his death. She would never be able to forget that he said he loved her, and she didn't even say it back. It broke her heart to remember that she didn't say it back.
She wanted to burry him, maybe it would help her let go. Maybe it would help fix the painful memories. At least, that's what she hopped.
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Charlotte stood by Lincoln's body, shielding her face, not wanted to see him laying there dead.
She had seen too much pain, suffering, and death for a young girl. She was only 12, and she had seen too much. She had nightmares of her parents death, and now there was only more death occurring.
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Clarke and Bellamy stood still with their arms wrapped around each other. Bellamy had one hand around Clarke's waist, and the other behind her neck. Clarke had both of her arms wrapped around Bellamy's upper back.
"Clarke?" Bellamy began.
"Yes, Bellamy." Clare responded.
"Can you promise me something?" Bellamy questioned.
Clarke responded, quickly. "Anything."
"Promise me that you will stay safe." Bellamy added. "That you'll stay alive."
Clarke still had him in a hug, tightly. "I promise."
"And I promise that I will keep you safe." Bellamy told her, in a gentle whisper.
Clarke smiled and said. "I know that you will."
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