Clarke

So many things were happening all at once, in Clarke's life. First Wells' mother, then her father. She was curious as to what was going to happen next. While all her friends, who she never hung out with, anymore, were out having fun on the Ark, Clarke would sit on the edge of her bed, drawing on her blankets. Her mother would get so very mad at Clarke when she did that. Clarke didn't care, at all. It was what kept her busy. What distracted her from her father and Wells' mother. Distracted her from life and all the horrible things that happened in her life. Clarke didn't understand why they had to happen. She really didn't. Sometimes she would find herself asking herself if it was her fault. If she was the reason all this was happening. Although, it was extremely illogical. Everything that had happened wasn't because of her. It was just what the universe wanted to happen. And Clarke hated the universe for that.

Wells

Last night Wells fell asleep thinking about Clarke. He thought of how she was doing. He wondered if she was okay. When he realized that Clarke had been avoiding him, he let it happen. Wells knew that after her father being executed she would want some time alone. He didn't wish that she would want some time. All he wanted was to be around Clarke. All day. Every day.

When Wells woke up he found himself thinking about Clarke. Her blonde kinky hair. Her amazing green eyes, that shimmered in the light. Her expression that was always on her face, which showed how serious she was. Even when Clarke was laughing, having fun and loosening up, her face, eyes, were serious. Like she always had something to worry about, or take care of. As if everyones life was in her hands. Wells knew that Clarke always felt like people were depending on her. Like they would all be disappointed in her if she messed up.

Wells decided that he wanted to talk to her again. If she refused, he would just keep asking her. He would follow her around like a lost puppy. Constantly sending her messages on her cornea slip. Today was the day he would start that.

Wells thought about what he was going to say to her. He thought for a few minutes, until he came up with something. He wanted what he was going to say to Clarke to be basic. Simple. Something anyone would understand.

Clarke,

I haven't heard from you in months, now. I want to know if you are okay. I miss you. Do you think we can meet up sometime? I would enjoy it very much…

Clarke

… and it's okay if you say no. I understand. You may still need time to recover from what happened. I know I still am. I think that, maybe, it might help if we hung out. We don't necessarily have to talk about what happened. I just feel like I need to talk to you. Like it would make me feel much better. I know you have been avoiding me and it is okay. I understand why. I need someone to talk to and it seems like you do too. Please, at least, respond.

Love,

Wells.

Clarke stared at the message Wells had sent her. I thought he didn't realize I was avoiding him, she thought. I feel like an idiot.

Clarke didn't know why, but she wanted to wait to send Wells a reply. But when she did send him reply, Wells didn't believe what she said.