{Clarke}
The world grows silent. The sun goes down and the moon comes up. The chirping birds huddle in nests, and the crickets begin to sing in concert. The prisoners breaths even, and I am wide awake.
With my eyes closed, I try to stop my mind from racing between distant memories and the thoughts of everyone freezing to death in a month or so. The air grows chilly at night now, making your breath visible. We need to find supplies, and fast.
"Can't go to sleep either?" A voice whispers from beside me. Eyes still closed, I sigh.
"No but we should probably try, Bellamy. We have a long week ahead of us." I can practically see the smart smirk on his face.
"If you'd just open your eyes and take a look around, I don't think you'll want to turn nocturnal." His voice is closer this time, right up in my face. His breath is hot and it sends waves of shivers down my body. When my eyes flutter open, I can practically count the freckles on his face. He's leaning over me, staring daggers into my eyes. I try to force my eyes from wondering down to his lips.
"What is it?" I ask, trying to cover up the blushing of my cheeks.
"Well if you'd take your eyes off of me for a second..." He chuckles. I roll my eyes and sit up. Then I finally see what he was so eager to show me. Hundreds-no thousands of blue and green luminescent butterflies dance through the air, causing the forest and river to glow with life. Astonished, I make my way through the floor of sleeping teenagers, and make my way into the deep woods, Bellamy right behind me. Once we are a safe distance to talk without fear of awakening, I reach out my arms as the butterflies land, occasionally fluttering their wings as if to brag about their beauty. I look over to Bellamy about show him, but the I realize I don't need to call his name or touch his shoulder for attention. I've already got his attention. He looks at the butterflies, and then to my face. I can feel heat rush to my cheeks. What is happening?
He walks over closer to me. At first I think he's leaning in for a kiss, until he takes his hand and holds it out for three glowing butterflies to land on. His face glows with wonder, and it makes him look so alive.
{Bellamy}
The butterflies feel so weightless, so light. We've heard about them in the Ark, but we have never seen them in person before. The intricate details on their wings makes every one of them unique, like fingerprints on human beings.
I look over to Clarke. Her face shows such beauty and youth. I've liked girls in the Ark before, but Clarke is some kind of different. It's more than a like but I can't tell if I love her. There's only one way to find out:
I lean in and kiss her. It's like the world stands frozen for a moment and the snores from the sleeping teenagers, the crickets chirps...everything becomes silent. She tastes like adventure, never knowing what will come next and the pure taste of excitement.
It's not a like, it's love for sure.
I slowly pull my face away from her's, my hands cupped around her face. Her gentle breathes tickle my face. Her eyes shoot open, the pure blue piercing my soul. What if she doesn't want this? Guilt weighs my shoulders down.
"I'm sorry." I whisper. My hands are glued to her face. A small smirk creeps across her face.
"Don't be." She closes the space between us once again. She does want this. She wants us.
I've never loved someone like I love Clarke Griffin.
