Blame



Octavia when you had died,and she blamed Bellamy.

The older Blake places a kiss onto his sister's cheek,then whispering how she shouldn't stay out to long and walked away.

Octavia never once looked up at him,glaring at the space in front of her. She brought her shoulder up,brushing her face against it. As if it's get rid of the kiss he had given her.

All she felt was anger for her brother. And sad for you.







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