I was a coward.
What the hell
Was I thinking?
Running away
From Clarke,
Leaving her
Behind.
I hit my forehead,
And sighed.
What was I
Supposed to do
Now?
I would never
Be able
To compete
Against whoever
Wanted to
Take Tris's former position.
I'd seen past Seconds
Turn into
Great leaders.
Like the current commander,
Lexa.
She'd won the conclave
When I was little.
I had a distant memory
Of speaking to her
Once,
But when she was Anya's second,
And Anya
Was just
A teenager.
I brushed
Dirt
From my hands,
And thought of Spacewalker.
Everything we'd done,
Been through,
Talked about.
I had to be a Second.
But I had to be Spacewalker's too.
I thought of Lincoln.
He'd do
Anything
For Octavia.
Why couldn't
I do the same
For
Finn Collins?
Was it because
His reputation
Was not
As high
As mine?
Instead of
Contemplating
And wasting time,
I knew what I had to do.
Anya
Would be taking
Clarke
To Tristan.
I caught a gaze
At my reflection
As I walked along the lake.
The lake that Spacewalker and I
Had had a
Waterfight in.
The first time
We'd met up here.
The memory seemed distant
Now,
As I thought
Of all the possible bad
Outcomes that could
Run,
If Lincoln
Didn't get to him
In time.
But I couldn't think
Like that.
Not here,
Not now.
I set out
To where Tristan
And Anya
Had been seen
Last.
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Fanfiction☾ TOO GOOD TO BE GOOD FOR ME ☽ in which a Grounder falls harder than he should have for Finn Collins.
