Saint

How

Cassidy fell back on the seat in shameful regret.

How hadn't she known it was her brother's laugh? How hadn't she known it was her brother's voice that called out to her in unconsciousness? How-

"Stop overthinking, Cass. I'll give you answers to any questions you ask, right here, right now." Clarke affirmed, gazing at her with an expectant expression.

She wrung her hands, keeping her eyes away from her brother's face. The last time she had seen him, he was leaving the house, enraged.

"Why did you leave?"

Clarke gave a groan of annoyance, knowing he had told this story to many people with suspecting questions.

"I left because I loved her."

"Who?"

"You know, Cass. Stop playing the fool."

She grinned. "Tell me."

"It's not important."

"Clarke."

"Cass."

She sighed. 

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-M.V