Octavia's POV

The forest is so dark, thank god for these mutated glowing flowers. Nature could be awfully convenient sometimes. Clarke would love these flowers. She appreciates the beauty in everything here on Earth.

Clarke. If she could care so much for useless plants, why couldn't she care for the lives of the innocent people she killed in Tondc?

Dammit Octavia, stop. I know that she didn't have a choice. If she alerted everybody, Bellamy might've been made. We may never have freed the prisoners of the Mountain Men. These decisions obviously aren't easy for Clarke. I mean, she's hurting so much that she thought it would be best to run away. If I hadn't blamed her…

Just focus on what you're doing Octavia. This girl certainly doesn't leave an easy trail to follow. Clarke is smart like that: calculating. I love that about her. She knows what she's doing. She doesn't take a single step without thinking about the potential consequences. I guess that's why I want to tell her that I forgive her, because I understand. And because of what Lincoln-

Don't think about Lincoln, Octavia. Think about finding Clarke. The sun is starting to rise; it's been hours since I left camp. I need to find her soon because I honestly feel like I'm going to pass out if I don't get some sle-

My thoughts are cut short as I approach a river bank. I see something unmistakable. That blonde hair can't belong to anybody else. It's her. It's Clarke.

Be careful Octavia, she'll probably shoot you if you scare her. I hide behind a tree in case she decides to open fire.

I quietly call her name. "Clarke."

Two gunshots in my direction. Thanks, tree.

I call to her again. "Don't shoot Clarke. It's O."

I hear her hands fall to her side and step out from behind the tree.

Wow. She's so beautiful. Even like this, even having just shot at me, even with fury and despair in her eyes, she is beautiful.

She responds with words instead of bullets this time. "What are you doing here Octavia?"

Her voice is shaky. I approach her slowly, just looking her over. I need to know that she's alright. But as I get closer, I see that her eyes are red. They look tired. She looks like she's been crying. I should probably say something now. But what am I supposed to say? I probably should've thought this out more…

I am standing in front of her now, looking into her once bright eyes, which now appear so dull. Wow, I've never seen this look on her face. She looks defeated; she looks like she has nothing left. Yet something about her being still radiates strength.

Say something Octavia.

"Clarke..." she knows that you know her name. Say something else, dammit. "I'm glad you're ok. I've been looking for you all night. But next time I seek you out, don't be so quick on the trigger."

Always the comedian. Can you be sentimental for once? How about you hug her, dummy.

I cautiously wrap my arms around her, worried about how she will react, but the beautifully broken Clarke Griffin hugs me back. In that moment, I just want to melt into her.

"Why did you come looking for me?"

Because I need you, Clarke. That's what I want to say, but I can't. At least not now. Now, I just want to stay in this embrace.

Author's Note: I hope you liked this POV chapter. I plan on writing a few of the chapters in the story like this, but the majority will be written like the first chapter.

Just to let you know, the characters will not always adhere to the personalities they have developed in the show. Remember, this is just my imagination running wild!

Reviews are welcomed, even if they feature criticisms! I'd love to make this story great for you all.