Clarke Griffin személy
“I’d love to see a sunset,” she murmured, resting her head on his shoulder.
Wells absently ran his hand through her silky hair. “I’d love to see a sunset with you.” He bent down and kissed her forehead. “What are you doing in about seventy-five years?” he whispered.
“Cleaning my dentures,” Clarke said with a smile. “Why?”
“Because I have an idea for our first date on Earth.”
“I swear, Thalia, it’s all going to be okay.” It sounded more like a prayer than a reassurance, although she wasn’t sure who she was praying to. Humans had abandoned Earth during its darkest hour. It wouldn’t care how many died trying to return.
“I’d recommend putting your shirt back on.”
“Why? Are you worried you won’t be able to control yourself? Because if you’re concerned about my virtue, I have to tell you, I’m not—”
“I meant”—she cut him off with a small smile—“there are some poisonous plants out here that could make that pretty back of yours erupt with pus-filled boils.”
He shrugged. “For all I know, that might be your thing, doctor girl. I’ll take my chances.”
Bellamy was chopping wood on the far side of the clearing. Although the morning was cool, his T-shirt was already soaked through with sweat. Clarke tried not to notice how it clung to his muscular chest. When he saw her running toward him, he lowered his ax to the ground and turned to face her with a grin.
“Well, hello there,” he said as she came to a stop and paused to catch her breath. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?”
He started to turn away, but Clarke reached out to lay a hand on his wrist. “I’ll come with you.”
“That’s nice of you, but I have no idea how long I’ll be gone. This isn’t like when we went out to find the medicine. It might be a while.”
Bellamy’s brain buzzed with questions that never made it to his lips. “Okay, then.” He took a step forward and gestured for her to follow. “But I should warn you… I’ll probably take off my shirt at some point.”
“He loves you. Nothing you do or say can ever change that.”
“I know.” Clarke closed her eyes, though she was afraid of the images that she knew would emerge from the shadows. “Even when we were in Confinement and I told you I wanted to see his organs explode in space, I think there was a part of me that still loved him. And that made the pain even worse.”
Thalia was looking at her with a mixture of pity and understanding. “It’s time to stop punishing yourself, Clarke.”
“You mean punishing him.”
“No. I mean it’s time to stop punishing yourself for loving him. (…)”
Clarke olyan szorosan markolta az órát, hogy alig érezte a kezét. Mereven nézte a másodpercmutatót, amely persze már nem mozdult. Az óra évekkel ezelőtt elromlott. Amikor megkérdezte az apjától, hogy miért hordja még, az így felelt: „Már nem az a feladata, hogy mutassa az időt. Inkább azért van, hogy emlékeztessen minket a múltra, mindarra, ami fontos nekünk. Lehet, hogy már nem ketyeg, de minden viselőjének megőrizte az emlékét, és milliónyi szívdobbanásnak veri a visszhangját.”