Murphy was ready to leave the Ark behind, not only would the cold walls be forgotten, but the memories they held as well. Many of the Arkers were reluctant to flee their home, as if it wasn't the second time this place had failed them.

Grey had told him every detail of the Small Council meeting, and groups were already set to begin the 5-hour trek the next morning. It would be hell, Murphy knew. They would be walking for hours, no real coats or shoes, but knowing their destination would be energy enough.

The messy haired boy began wandering around the Ark, his hands firmly in his pockets, eyes glued to the floor. Outside the air was harsh and ominous, like a final warning. Flee or die, Murphy thought.

No one was out there besides a small figure by the fence facing the direction of the snow. He recognized the loose braid of his sole friend, who, despite her shivers, stood persistently with her sleeves rolled up.

As he moved closer he saw that she was looking at something on her arm, tracing it with frozen fingers. Grey turned when she heard his footsteps and looked as if she had just been caught stealing moonshine from the medicine cabinet.

She tried to roll up her sleeves but Murphy was too quick.

"What are you doing?" He asked through the howling wind. Grey didn't even try to pull her arm away from his grasp; instead she looked off towards the forest and pretended he wasn't there at all.

Murphy pushed up her sleeve and let his thumb wander over the vengeful scar blooming from her skin. It was terrifying to look at as it cut vertically through her forearm, but Murphy kept rubbing it softly, as if it were something delicate and not already broken.

"Grey," he sighed, looking up at her freckled cheeks that were turned so obstinately away from him, "It's okay."

He pulled her sleeve back down and put his own coat over her shoulders. The look in her eyes as she put it on was something Murphy couldn't describe, but the way she refused to look at him assured Murphy that she was hurting.

"I've been there too," Murphy said, staring out at the same world Grey was, knowing that they were probably seeing very different things.

"Do you ever wish that…" Murphy paused to find the right words, but they were nowhere to be found. Luckily Grey knew what he meant, like she always did.

"No… no," Grey shook her head as she turned towards Murphy, "If I died, who would've saved you?"

Suddenly Murphy's hands were around Grey's cheeks and their foreheads were pressed together, eyes closed so he could feel the warm breath between them. Grey leaned in for a moment, but her eyes opened in shock as she pushed Murphy away.

"Murphy!" she exclaimed as he stumbled backwards. He stared, bewildered by what he just did, but even more so at Grey's reaction.

His head was spinning and he could feel the heat boiling inside him from the denial he had just received.

"What?" He shouted in reply.

"I- I can't," she was reeling, holding her forehead in aggravation.

"I just thought," Murphy sputtered, "You're my friend…"

"Yeah Murphy, your friend," she sneered, "You of all people should know I'm not ready for anything like that!"

"Why?" Murphy stepped towards her for the first time, "Because I'm not good enough? Because I'm not Jonah?"

"Exactly," she said sharply. The glare that Murphy used to find enticing now made his skin prickle, "I told you not even two days ago that I still loved him!"

"He's dead, Grey," Murphy said bitterly.

"Stop John-"

"He's dead!" Murphy shouted, "You need to get over him. You need to get over yourself!"

"Stop!" Grey screamed, "Goddamn it!" She turned away, "First Ryan and Bellamy, but you?"

Murphy was just about to storm off until he heard the name.

"Bellamy?" he asked with disgust, "You and Bellamy?"

"It wasn't like that," Grey insisted, but Murphy wasn't reassured.

"Of course," Murphy nodded towards the ground, smiling bitterly, "I can't believe I got caught up in your bullshit anyway."

"Murphy, please!" She called after him, still clad in his jacket.

"Fuck off Grey," his words fell heavy in the frozen wind, "And go screw Bellamy for all I care."

"John-" She pleaded, hot tears already forming in her eyes.

"Don't call me John."

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Murphy was storming down the halls, blue eyes staring straight ahead with focus. The anger from his encounter with Grey was still burning under his skin as his feet banged purposefully on the metal floor. He knew his destination. It was Bellamy Blake.

Lucky for Murphy he was standing alone at the end of the corridor, armed only with shock baton stuffed carefully in his back pocket.

"Blake!" He shouted as he approached, which wasn't well thought out but Murphy was all impulse. Act now, think later.

Bellamy was far too surprised to react before Murphy had him pinned up against a ,,wall.

"I know what you did!" Murphy shouted vehemently, inches away from Bellamy's face.

"What the hell are you talking about, Murphy?"

His fist was clenched and ready to punch Bellamy's jaw, but after seeing the concerned look in his eye, Murphy thought better of it.

"You and Grey," Murphy hissed, "She told me!"

"Whoa there lover boy!" Bellamy laughed, pushing the smaller boy of him with ease. Murphy reached for him again but Bellamy blocked him with one arm.

"I knew there was something between you two!"

"Shove it up your ass Bellamy," Murphy exclaimed in aggravation.

"Oh," Bellamy smirked, "You wish."

Bellamy was too caught up in his own joke to see Murphy's punch coming, and when it did it sent him straight into the wall.

"Alright, alright!" He shouted as a trail of blood appeared from the corner of his mouth. "It was at the Christmas party! I kissed her, but it was only because I was drunk," Bellamy wiped the blood away with the back of his hand, "I didn't know she was your girlfriend, I'm sorry."

Murphy tried to ignore the first part of his apology, "And what did she do?"

"She slapped me," Bellamy laughed while Murphy smirked and shook his head. At least he didn't get slapped when he tried to make a move.

"Next time we have a problem," Bellamy sighed, "Try to talk to me before you punch out my teeth."

"If there's a next time I'm gonna knock out a lot more than your teeth."

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The next morning Murphy felt like he did after Christmas. Rather than sleeping he spent the whole night thinking about Grey, wondering what he could've done right. Wondering why he always manages to fuck everything up.

He packed his few items in seconds and quickly wiped the charcoal writing of the wall. Grey's words were merely smudges on metal now. Murphy stared at it and thought it was simultaneously the saddest and most beautiful thing he'd seen in his life.

Murphy tried to push the thoughts away but as he put on his coat he thought of Grey standing in the cold, huddled under his other jacket with the red patches. Everyone would know it was his.

He saw her standing by the fence again, side by side with Bellamy and Miller. Murphy trudged through the freshly fallen snow and out of the gates of Camp Jaha and didn't even bother to turn back. That place, and Grey, was just another part of his life he'd have to forget.

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I know I said I was leaving, but I managed to write this before I go ! now I mean it this time, there won't be another update for awhile and sorry (not sorry) I had to leave you like this, things may or may not get better… thanks for reading! 3

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