Until we meet again...
Wells was found dead the morning after. Clarke had spent the majority of the next few days by his freshly dug grave outside of the wall that was in the process of being built. Euphemia had watched the girl's face fall when Bellamy informed him that one of his men had found Wells early in the morning with his neck slit and two fingers missing. It was assumed that a Grounder had got him, but Euphemia wasn't too sure that was the case.
While she wasn't going to deny the presence of the Grounders in the forest around their camp she couldn't understand why now of all times they would choose to attack one of the delinquents. Jasper was speared as an example of what would happen should the group cross the boundaries that were set which they hadn't attempted to do since they first made it to Earth.
Of course she kept quiet about her opinions not knowing what would happen if the blame turned from the Grounders to one of their own, but she reckoned that there would be an all out witch hunt if that were to occur.
Murphy had tried pulling her aside numerous times to talk, but since her outburst she has not had a desire to talk to him, choosing instead to stay by Jasper's side. Jasper didn't seem to mind the company though as he joked that all it took was a near death experience for him to acquire some luck with women.
It was still early into the day and Euphemia was chatting with Monty while Jasper was resting for his excursion beyond the walls with Octavia later when Clarke made her way into the ship with Finn demanding that Monty take off her wristband.
Euphemia's brows rose in surprise. "Are you sure about this?" she asked as Monty gathered a few tools to take her wristband off.
Clarke nodded. "As sure as I've ever been."
The redhead frowned as she looked at the girl who had said only a few days earlier that the only way the wristband would come off was if she was dead and Euphemia wondered if it had to do with Wells' death.
After a few moments of gentle prodding the wristband popped off with a satisfying click and Monty rejoiced at the fact it was still working. "So, you can definitely use it to communicate with the Ark, then?" Euphemia asked peering over Monty's shoulder.
"We'll be talking to the Ark by nightfall," he assured.
"Kind of seems pointless for me to keep this on, huh?" Euphemia murmured staring at her own intact wristband.
"Don't you want your parents to know you're alive?" Finn questioned.
Euphemia's mouth went dry as she tried to avoid eye contact with Finn only for her to catch Clarke's gaze. "I don't have anyone left up there," was all she replied with.
"What happened to them?" Monty asked without thinking and only realized his mistake when he saw her face fall.
Euphemia shook her head and mumbled something incoherent under her breath before making her way out of the ship as swiftly as possible. She was yards away from camp when Clarke called out. "Euphemia, wait!"
Euphemia turned to the blonde. "I'm fine, Clarke," she maintained in an attempt to get the girl to stop following after her.
"You're not fine." Clarke asserted.
Euphemia sighed and felt her legs stop moving as she came to a halt. "You know," she said to Clarke whose eyebrows furrowed with confusion. "The first day, you knew who I was … you knew what I did."
Clarke pursed her lips. "Yes, I knew what you did, but I also know who you are," she declared fiercely. "A cold-blooded murderer does not care that much about a boy who she just met. She doesn't risk her life to save his just because. She doesn't sit by his side for days never giving up hope that he'll pull through." Euphemia stayed silent as her eyes glossed over with tears. "I'm not going to pretend I know your reasons for doing what you did, but I'm not going to stand around and let you think you're less of a person for it."
Clarke was shocked when Euphemia wrapped her arms around Clarke and it took a moment for Clarke to reciprocate the hug. "Thank you," Euphemia mumbled into her jacket.
The blonde pulled away and placed her hands on Euphemia's shoulders. "You're not expendable. Don't ever think you are."
After Euphemia had gathered her wits and dried any tears she told Clarke she was going to head back to camp. "You go on, I'm gonna go —"
She didn't have to finish her sentence before Euphemia nodded with understanding. "Go on, I'll meet you back there," Euphemia told the blonde who smiled with appreciation and walked in the direction of Wells' grave.
Euphemia arrived back at camp in time to see Murphy urinating on one of the other boys. Her mouth hung open at his actions as she cried out. "Murphy!"
Murphy turned with a cocky smirk on his face and everything still hanging in the breeze. "Like what you see, Eff?" he asked.
Her face burned with embarrassment and anger as he zipped up his pants the arrogant look not disappearing from his face upon seeing her reaction. When she regained control of her body she stomped towards him, shrugging off one of Bellamy's lackeys who tried to stop her. "What the fuck is your problem, Murphy?!" she demanded.
A scowl replaced the smirk on his face. "My problem?" he repeated. "My problem is you cozying up and singing to that crippled kid in there who should've been dead days ago!" At this point nearly everyone had stopped what they were doing to watch the argument between hotheaded Murphy and the tiny redhead. Murphy rounded on them angrily. "Get back to work!" he ordered and then grabbed Euphemia by her upper arm and dragged her forcefully to a more secluded area of the camp.
"Let go!" she ordered and ripped his hand away from her arm already feeling the bruises forming from his tight grip. "I don't understand what your problem with Jasper is!" she hissed.
Murphy's lips turned up into a snarl at the mention of his name. "He's better now so you don't need to be hanging around him so much."
"You can't tell me who I can be around or for how long!" she argued. "I am not an object that belongs to you Murphy!"
He took a step towards her and before she could lean away he grabbed her by the back of her head pulling her close to him. "You're wrong," he growled out. "You are mine and I'm not sharing with anyone." She didn't have a chance to pry him off of her before his lips reached hers.
Her mind went blank and she could do nothing but stand there as Murphy deepened the kiss while one of his hands trailed to her hip gripping softly at it. When he drew away his eyes trailed to her own haze filled eyes then to her swollen lips and he felt satisfied even as he saw irritation light up on her features as she drew back from him.
"Y-you … you can't just…" she sputtered out.
The arrogant smirk was back. "I believe I just did," he said. His hand didn't leave her hip and he drew circles on her skin under the fabric of her shirt. "I told you: I'm not sharing."
Her fist made contact with his chest and he let out a groan. "You're unbelievable," she muttered angrily as she stormed off leaving Murphy to rub at his sore chest and try to recall the feel of her lips against his.
"Euphemia!" Clarke called out when she saw the girl stomping back to the drop ship. "Come here!"
Euphemia looked confused as she followed the blonde into Bellamy's tent where their self-proclaimed leader was with Octavia and Jasper. "What's going on?" she questioned.
"Octavia and Jasper found these in the woods," Bellamy stated and pointed at the table where a homemade knife and two fingers were laying.
Clarke picked up the knife to examine it. "The knife was made of metal from the drop ship."
Jasper looked at her with wide eyes. "What do you mean?" he asked.
"Who else knows about this?" Bellamy questioned his sister.
"No one," Octavia said and shook his head. "We brought it straight here."
"Clarke?" Jasper called softly to the girl.
"The Grounders didn't kill Wells," Euphemia answered for the blonde who looked as though she wanted to crumble onto the ground. "One of us did."
"So there's a murderer in the camp?" Jasper questioned nervously and Euphemia tried to ignore the sting that she felt at his words.
"There's more than one murderer in this camp," Bellamy informed him and his eyes trailed to Euphemia for a split second before focusing back on Clarke. "This isn't news. We need to keep it quiet."
Clarke frowned and made to leave the camp only to be blocked by Bellamy. "Get out of my way."
"Be smart about this," Bellamy tried to reason. "Look at what we've achieved — the wall, the patrols. Like it or not thinking the Grounders killed Wells is good for us."
Clarke scoffed. "Good for you, you mean. What — keep people afraid and they'll work for you? Is that it?"
"Yeah, that's it, but it's good for all of us. Fear of the Grounders is building that wall and besides, what're you gonna do just walk out there and ask the killer to step forward?" Bellamy questioned. "You don't even know whose knife that is."
"Oh, really?" Clarke asked. "J.M. — John Murphy."
Euphemia perked up at that. "Clarke —"
"The people have a right to know," Clarke said to her and darted out of the tent.
Euphemia looked at Bellamy who made no move to stop her. "Seriously?" she questioned incredulously and quickly followed after Clarke who was making her way towards Murphy.
"You son of a bitch!" Clarke cried out as she shoved Murphy who stumbled back with a hint of a smile on his face.
"Whoa, what's your problem?" he asked.
She held up the knife. "Recognize this?"
"Clarke, stop!" Euphemia pleaded as Murphy tried to grab his knife from Clarke asking where she had found it.
"Where you dropped it after you killed Wells," Clarke told him.
Any trace of humor that was on Murphy's face dropped at that. "Where I what?" he took a step towards her. "The Grounders killed Wells, not me."
"You need to stop this before it gets out of hand," Euphemia told Bellamy who stood idly by with his arms crossed over his chest. Bellamy glanced at the redhead out of the corner of his eye before returning his gaze to Clarke and Murphy and she resisted the urge to punch their so-called leader.
"I know what you did and you're gonna pay for it," Clarke declared.
"Really?" Murphy looked past Clarke to his leader. "Bellamy, you really believe this crap?"
"You threatened to kill him. We all heard you. You hated Wells," said Clarke.
Murphy looked around. "Plenty of people hated Wells. His father was the Chancellor that locked us up."
"Yeah, but you're the only one who got in a knife fight with him!" Clarke argued.
"I didn't kill him then, either," Murphy stated.
Octavia piped up. "Tried to kill Jasper, too." Euphemia rounded on the brunette and hissed at her to be quiet while Jasper looked shocked at the fact he had tried to be assassinated while he was unconscious.
"C'mon, this is ridiculous. I don't have to answer to you. I don't have to answer to anyone!" Murphy announced.
Bellamy finally spoke up. "Come again?"
Murphy paused at that and approached him. "Bellamy, look, I'm telling you, man, I didn't do this."
"They found his fingers on the ground with your knife," Bellamy stated obviously not believing him.
"That doesn't mean anything!" Euphemia disputed. "Anyone in camp could've taken that knife without Murphy knowing!" Murphy looked over at Euphemia and was relieved that at least she was on his side.
"Is this the kind of society that we want?" Clarke questioned. "You say that there should be no rules. Does that mean that we can kill each other without punishment?"
"I already told you. I didn't kill anyone!" Murphy reiterated.
Someone in the back of the group shouted: "I say we float him." There were several voices that murmured in agreement and Euphemia could feel the blood in her veins turn to ice as she looked desperately at Clarke in hopes the girl could diffuse the situation that she had caused.
Clarke turned and shook her head. "That's not what I'm saying."
"Why not? He deserves to float. It's justice," said the boy, Connor, who had gotten into a fight with Murphy earlier in the day.
Euphemia could feel panic growing in her stomach as she inched closer to Murphy who looked around at all of these people agreeing to put him to death. Her finger tips clutched onto the sleeve of his jacket causing him to glance down at her. Her mouth was set into a frown and her eyebrows were crinkled together as she looked up into his eyes imploring him not to make things worse.
"Revenge isn't justice," Clarke asserted.
"It's justice. Float him!" The crowd began to chant with the boy. "Float him! Float him!"
Murphy looked at the kid with a scowl. "Murphy, don't," Euphemia warned but he didn't listen as he charged only to be tripped and sent flying to the ground. The others took it as their opportunity to start kicking and beating him.
"No! Get off him!" Clarke yelled as the crowd pushed her back.
"Stop!" Euphemia shouted as she tried to dive in to help him only to have Jasper pull her from the fray. "Please, you have to stop this!" She turned to Jasper with tears in her eyes. "We have to help him!" Jasper looked distraught as he could do nothing but watch.
Murphy was bound and gagged before he was hauled up and then sent down an embankment into the mud. A rope was sent sailing over a branch that was high in one tree and a noose was fashioned on one end before being unceremoniously wrapped around Murphy's neck.
"No!" Euphemia croaked and she broke free from Jasper's grip making her way towards the front of the group only to be shoved back into Clarke.
"You can stop this!" Clarke yelled at Bellamy over the noise of the crowd. "They'll listen to you.
"Bellamy!" The boy who incited the riot called out. "You should do it!"
Euphemia was being held back by one of the boys and she could do nothing but stare at Murphy whose eyes locked onto hers. "Bellamy, please!" she shouted and Bellamy stared at the girl for a moment before he made his way over to Murphy with Clarke begging him to spare Murphy's life and in one swift kick Murphy dropped and his body swung with nothing supporting it. Euphemia's voice was hoarse as she cried out. "Murphy!"
"What're you doing?!" came a voice from the crowd. "Cut him down!" Finn turned to the little girl in the crowd who Euphemia had not even noticed until now. "Charlotte, get out of here now!" he tried to go cut Murphy down only to have a knife held to his throat.
"Just stop!" a small voice shrieked. "Murphy didn't kill Wells!" The crowd hushed as the girl announced: "I did!"
"Oh my god," Clarke gasped and grabbed the hatchet from Bellamy's belt and slashed the rope that was keeping Murphy hanging there. Murphy fell to the floor in a crumple of limbs and Euphemia rushed to his side loosening the rope around his neck before taking out the gag they had put on him.
He gasped for breath and Euphemia brushed the hair out of his eyes whispering again and again to him. "You're okay, you're okay." He looked up at her with a deadly glaze to his eyes and Euphemia wiped her thumb across his cheek ridding it of the dirt and blood that had gathered. "Please, Murphy, just end it here. No more."
"I will end it," he growled and brushed her off as he stood up looking around for Bellamy or the little girl, Charlotte, only to find that they along with Clarke and Finn had disappeared. Murphy immediately marched to Bellamy's tent stumbling along the way but Euphemia was at his side keeping him up right all the while begging him to leave it be.
"Bring out the girl, Bellamy!" Murphy shouted.
"Murphy, please, stop," begged Euphemia but Murphy was beyond the point of pleading with.
"Bring the girl out now!" They could hear the argument from within the tent and Euphemia saw Finn take a peek out. "You want to build a society, Princess? Let's build a society. Bring her out!" There was a moment more of deliberation before Bellamy exited the tent. "Well, well, well. Look who decided to join us."
"Dial it down and back off," Bellamy ordered.
"Or what? What are you gonna do about me? Hang me?" Murphy challenged.
Bellamy retorted. "I was just giving the people what they wanted."
"Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea. Let's give them what they want," Murphy started before turning to the group that gathered behind him. "So, who wants to see the real murderer hung? All in favor?" There were only a few who raised their hands and Murphy's gaze fell to Euphemia who stood with her hands at her sides and a frown on her face. "Not even you?" he questioned. "Not even after what they did to me?"
She shook her head. "This isn't how we do things, Murph," she said.
He stared for a moment. "I see. So, it's okay to string me up for nothing, but when this little bitch confesses, you all let her walk?!" He started to shout at them that they were all cowards until Bellamy intervened telling him that it was over. Murphy backed down and gave a shrug of his arms. "Fine, whatever you say, boss."
As Bellamy was walking away Murphy came up behind him with a piece of wood and bashed him over the head with it sending Bellamy to the floor presumably unconscious. "You son of a bitch!" Octavia screeched and made to go after Murphy only to have Jasper get in the way and take a hit from Murphy.
Euphemia caught Jasper before he fell to the floor, but the dead weight of his body caused her to collapse anyway. "Jasper!" She tapped the boy's face only to find him out cold.
"Come on," Murphy ordered the few who had sided with him. "Let's get the girl." He opened the flap to the tent only to find it empty. "Charlotte!" he shouted. "Charlotte, I know you can hear me and when I find you, you are gonna pay!"
The group of delinquents after Charlotte headed into the woods with Murphy leading them, calling out for Charlotte. Night was falling fast and she hoped that it would buy Clarke and Finn some time to find a place to hide.
"Octavia," she gained the brunette's attention. "Stay here with these two. I'm gonna follow after them."
Octavia frowned. "Mia, what if he hurts you?"
Euphemia smiled weakly. "He won't." As she ran after the band of lynchers she mumbled to herself. "I hope."
She followed the sounds of Murphy's shouting. "Murphy!" she called out and he turned to her with a scowl. "Eff, unless you're gonna help me just go back to camp."
"Just stop," she urged. "This isn't going to end well for anyone if you keep this up."
Murphy glanced back at her before looking at two of the boys following him. "Tie her up," he ordered.
Euphemia's eyes widened and she thrashed as the boys grabbed her. "Murphy!" she cried out. "Murphy, no!" As strong as she thought she was she wasn't nearly strong enough to fight off two teenaged boys and she soon found herself tied to a tree watching the lights from their torches disappear into the woods. "Murphy, come back, damn it!" she let out a shaky breath and leaned her head against the tree before whimpering pathetically. "Help…"
"Euphemia?" she heard her name called out and she squinted through the darkness to find the source of the voice.
"Bellamy?" she said once she recognized his dark features. "Help, please." Bellamy was quick to cut the bindings on her wrist before asking if she was hurt. "I'm fine," she assured. "They just tied me up."
"Do you know which way they went?" he asked.
Euphemia nodded. "This way," she said and started on the path the group had headed. "We need to hurry."
It was by some stroke of luck that they found Charlotte wandering through the dark woods and Bellamy had taken her by surprise when he grabbed her. "Let me go!" she ordered as Bellamy dragged her through the woods.
"I'm trying to help you," he told her and so she couldn't try to run off Euphemia kept a tight grip on her shoulder as they guided her through the woods.
"I'm not your sister! Just stop helping me!" Charlotte demanded. "I'm over here!" she called out and tried to make a run for it only to have Euphemia haul her back over to Bellamy.
"Are you trying to get us all killed?" Bellamy asked as he grabbed her by the shoulders.
"J-just go, okay? I'm the one they want," Charlotte begged.
Euphemia kept silent as Bellamy spoke softly to the girl. "Okay, now listen to me Charlotte. I won't leave you."
In the distance Euphemia could see the approaching lights from torches and she turned back to Bellamy. "We need to go, they're close." Charlotte took that moment of distraction to try to run, but she didn't get very far with Euphemia and Bellamy around.
"Murphy!" she screeched. "I'm over here!"
"Come on out, Charlotte!" they heard Murphy yell. "Come on out!"
"Bellamy, we need to go, now!" Euphemia whispered hastily and the older boy nodded before heaving the tiny girl over his shoulders.
The two made their way through the woods with Charlotte screaming the entire time despite Euphemia's insistence that she keep quiet. It wasn't too long before they reached a dead end.
"Damn it," Bellamy swore when he looked over out on the cliff that would surely kill them were they to fall off. He looked to Euphemia as though she had the power to transport them to safety.
Euphemia shook her head. "There's no where to go," she murmured sadly.
"Bellamy!" Murphy called out as he broke through the tree line. Surprise flashed in his eyes as he saw Euphemia standing next to Bellamy with a firm grip on the younger girl, but his gaze returned to Bellamy. "You can't fight all of us. Give her up."
"Maybe not," Bellamy admitted. "...but I guarantee I'll take a few of you with me."
Clarke and Finn soon made their appearance too; Clarke ordering for Bellamy to stop before she turned to Murphy. "This has gone too far," she looked back and forth between Bellamy and Murphy before saying to Murphy. "Just calm down. We'll talk about this."
Murphy took a glance at Charlotte with her frightened expression before he grabbed Clarke in one swift motion and held his knife to her throat. "Clarke!" Euphemia yelled and moved to step forward only to have Bellamy hold her back.
"I'm sick of listening to you talk," Murphy told the blonde.
"Let her go," Finn said but he backed off when Murphy threatened to slit her throat.
"No, please," Charlotte begged. "Please don't hurt her."
"Don't hurt her?" Murphy repeated. "Okay, I'll make you a deal. You come with me right now, I will let her go."
Clarke protested. "Don't do it, Charlotte."
Bellamy tried to hold the little girl back, but she screamed and swatted him away. "No! No, I have to!"
"Murphy, this is not happening," Bellamy stated.
Charlotte spoke up. "I can't let any of you get hurt anymore. Not because of me. Not after what I did." It took a moment for Euphemia to register what Charlotte was about to do but by then it was too late. Her fingertips skimmed the fabric of the little girl's jacket and she watched as Charlotte plunged off the cliff.
Clarke broke free from Murphy and slid to the edge crying out for Charlotte. "No, no, no, no," she cried over and over.
Euphemia raked a hand through her hair and she shifted around unable to comprehend what had just happened as she stared at the spot where the little girl had just been. Bellamy turned to look at Murphy who now looked very afraid of their leader. "Bellamy," he started.
Bellamy launched himself at Murphy and began to beat him mercilessly but it wasn't but a few seconds before Euphemia had her arms wrapped around the older boy's waist. "Enough!" she ordered ferociously. "That is enough!" She felt him relax under her grip and when she was sure he wasn't going to try to attack Murphy anymore she pulled away.
"You call yourself our leader," she said to him and he looked at her with such anger and sadness in his eyes. "You can't keep doing this." She turned to Clarke as well. "You both can't keep doing this."
There was confusion on their faces. "You want to be leaders? Well, then lead, damn it, but use your head and stop letting your emotions get the best of you." She motioned to what was going on around them. "Look at what you both have done."
Clarke was the first to speak after a long drawn out silence. "You were right," she confessed to Bellamy. "It's dangerous to tell people the truth, but if we're gonna survive down here we can't just survive by whatever the hell we want, we need rules."
"And who makes those rules, huh, you?" questioned Bellamy.
Clarke shook her head. "No, for now, the three of us will," she declared and gestured to herself, Bellamy, and Euphemia the latter of them looked shocked at the blonde's announcement. "We make rash decisions based on our feelings and we need someone to balance that out." Clarke explained. "Euphemia is the best person to do that," she reasoned thinking of all they had been through within the past week and how the redhead didn't make impulsive choices even if she was in a state of emotional disarray.
Bellamy glanced at Euphemia and surprisingly nodded in agreement with Clarke before turning his attention back to Murphy. "So, what do we do with him? Take him back to camp and pretend like it never happened?"
"No," Clarke said before turning to look at Murphy. "We banish him."
As much as Euphemia wanted to protest she knew that this was the right thing to do for the sake of their camp. Murphy needed to be used to set an example for the rest of the delinquents about what would happen if you pushed the boundaries too far and as much as she didn't want to admit it, he was a loose cannon and because of that he was a danger to the camp.
Bellamy moved forward and grabbed Murphy. "If I ever catch you near camp, we'll be back here, is that understood?" He turned his attentions to the boys who had followed Murphy. "As for the four of you, you can come back and follow me, or go off with him to die. Your choice."
It was obvious what they all chose as they trailed after Bellamy's retreating form. Clarke looked over at Euphemia who was standing idly by a kneeling Murphy. Euphemia waved the blonde off. "I just…" Clarke didn't need to hear anymore before she nodded and walked after the rest of the group.
Euphemia dropped to her knees in front of Murphy who looked at her with some unidentifiable emotion. She held his battered face in her hands, not caring that his blood now coated them as she forced him to look in her eyes which held so much disappointment.
"I can't come with you and I'm sorry for that," she murmured. "…there's so much anger in you, Murph." she commented. "You need to learn to control it. You have good in you, I know you do, but it's not enough for me to be the only one to see it."
He stared at his best friend, the one who had stood by him for years; over a decade of constant companionship through all of the good and bad times. He exhaled heavily and leaned into her hold relishing in her soft touch knowing that it could be the last time he'd ever see her again.
"I love you." His voice came out weak and broken and it was enough to make the tears that she had been holding back break free and stream down her face. "I've loved you since I was ten."
She chuckled weakly at his confession and he looked upset at her laughter. "I'm sorry, it's just…" Her forehead rested against his and she closed her eyes as she gave her own confession. "...I can't remember a point in my life where I haven't loved you."
The next thing she knew she was being pulled into a bruising kiss and she felt as though her heart was about to burst. When she broke away she tried to hold back a sob, but it came out anyway.
"Stop," Murphy pleaded. "Please don't … don't cry."
A hiccup escaped as she tried to compose herself but she found it hard to do and she apologized for her blubbering. "Please don't die out here." She grasped onto his jacket unwilling to part from him. "I'll convince them to let you come back, but in the meantime just don't die." After looking down at her hand with a momentary pause, she pulled the metal ring off of her thumb and placed it into his hand.
His jaw clenched as his fingers tightened around the piece of jewelry. "You gave that to me after they sentenced me," she recalled. "All I had were the clothes on my back to take with me into the Skybox and you said I needed something to hang onto … something that I could look at and be reminded that I had someone waiting for me." She placed a hand on his enclosed one. "You're going to take this so that you remember that you have someone waiting for you … you have someone to come back to."
She felt him nod and a husky "all right" escaped from his lips which she covered with her own. This kiss wasn't forceful like their first two had been; it was soft and tender and Euphemia was reluctant to let it end.
"I'm sorry I did this to you," he murmured when they finally parted.
The goodbye was hard; Euphemia kept whispering 'I love you's until her voice grew hoarse and Murphy did his best to keep himself together. He watched her leave with a heart made of lead and before long it was just him, the darkness and the ring still clutched tightly in his hand.
Euphemia walked past the crowd that had gathered to listen to Bellamy and Clarke as they explained what they had done with Murphy and why they had done it. The drop ship was empty save for Monty who was finishing up with rewiring Clarke's wristband.
When he heard someone approaching and he was surprised to see Euphemia. "Mia?" he questioned when he saw the glisten of tears streaming down her face.
She didn't say anything as she collapsed in front of him her arms going around his waist and her face burying itself into the fabric of his shirt. Monty's arms instinctively went around her and he held her tightly as he listened to the choked sobs that she tried to conceal.
"It's gonna be all right," he promised her and he smoothed down her hair which had grown infinitely wilder due to the rain. "Please don't cry, Mia."
Those words only made her cry harder.
And there we have it! I hope you guys liked this super long update! The next few chapters won't have Murphy in them unfortunately, but we're going to start delving into Euphemia's past and exploring how she takes on her role as one of the leaders of the camp.
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and favorited this story! It means the world to me.