blood sister

bcnightsquad  asked:

“The list,“ he says and Clarke scowls at the fire when he rushes on, "Monty said you put Octavia on it.” Clake’s gaze slides up to where he looms over her and his face is raw, there’s still his sister’s blood on his hands and she’ surprised he left the med bay at all. He drops so heavily to his knees she hears it and his arms wrap around her shoulders from behind. Clarke lifts her hand and slides her fingers into his hair where he tucks his face against her throat. She squeezes her eyes closed.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.