You watched as your baby sister flung herself from the side of the cliff, her body falling in the fog below before disappearing.
You heard Bellamy beat the shit out of Murphy from behind you, but you were too stunned to move.
Sure she had killed someone, but she was your baby sister, the one thing you had that no one, besides Bellamy, had. And she was only a kid. Barely 13 years old.
You felt a had on your shoulder before you crumbled. Sobs racked your throats and tears came rushing out like a waterfall.
You turned and hugged the person, to find Finn embracing you closely.
"You're okay, Y/n. You'll get through this. I'll help you."
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