TO SEIZE ATONEMENT.

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LOST IN FIRE (book three).
°• CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE •°

" SHE'S GONE.
YOU HAVE TO LET HER GO! "

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        Harley had never woken up from such a deep sleep as she had in the second she felt the cold barrel of the gun to her temple and pulled the trigger. She was almost afraid she really had killed herself. It all felt so real. She actually has to gasp through inhales multiple times with a following sharp pang in her chest that follows every breath and rips the jacket she feels draped over her chest like a blanket so she has room to feel her arms, her shoulders, her heartbeat to check if it's still there, and lastly, her cheeks. Harley's throat was dry, her eyes still burning with tears, the skin flushed under her fingertips, and damp with the trails left behind.

"Harley?" A familiar voice from the other side of the tent echoes. Harley turns her head and Octavia appears in her sight. She's already put on a leather jacket that falls to her hips where it then hugs her. "Are you okay?"

It's been too long that Harley felt a series of safeness long enough to bring her to smile. Her lips twitched before they curved and fill her cheeks. It doesn't come with the fear that something terrible would happen. She could cry with the relief she feels, not because she knows she's alive. Heaven would be anywhere Octavia Blake was anyways. "I'm great."

Harley tumbles off the table and pushes past the wave of tiredness that washes through her and almost brings her to her knees at Octavia's feet. She merely throws herself at the other and embraces her so tightly that she feels her ribs could crush against her own. This time, Harley does cry, into Octavia's shoulder in the midst of their embrace, wide awake, and feeling so much more alive than she has in years.

"I get it now," she whispers aloud. "I know what I was so afraid of. I know what I did was wrong."

"It's okay. I know what we have to do now," Octavia says softly back. Her breath tickles Harley's ear, far out of Gabriel's earshot. "We're gonna save our friends, our family, and talk in Eden. Okay?"

She's right. They have nothing but time, Harley considers, when Sanctum is still a threat to her loved ones.

They pull apart, but before they can make another move, Gabriel stops them. "Wait, what's going on? What happened inside the Anomaly?" He interrogates.

"I don't know," Harley tells him honestly because she doesn't. She guesses Octavia felt the same when she charges to leave. She feels a twinge of guilt that she was so caught up in being overjoyed that she forgot what Gabriel did this to them for. "I'm sorry," Harley apologizes gently. There's no harbored hatred sent towards him, hidden behind her tone. Harley's words held nothing but a soft tenderness that hadn't been used in so long she almost lost it forever. She appreciates what he's done for them and how far he's brought them.

"Okay, but, wait," Gabriel pleads as Harley rips the tent flap aside. She hears him follow them outside. "Please. I think I deserve an explanation."

Octavia mounts the motorcycle and shakes her head. "Deserve's got nothing to do with it."

"No, Octavia. You're wrong. Gabriel, you do deserve an explanation," Harley agrees with him. He's worked every life he was given for this, after all. She squeezes his forearm when he seems unsure. "But we don't have one for you. I'm sorry, but thank you for what you've shown us. You helped save us and we can save our family now. We have to go before it's too late for them."

She tries to ignore the guilt again as it worms its way in as she throws a leg over the bike behind Octavia. However, the feeling starts to fade slowly when Harley notices Octavia was smiling proudly at her over her shoulder. She notices Octavia's dimples, something she hadn't seen in so long that she forgot what it was like to love them so much. When she speaks, Harley doesn't know if it's towards her, Gabriel, or both of them. "The Anomaly gave us a second chance. And now we need to earn it."

There's still a blank slate in Harley's mind where she's supposed to recall what happened to her in the Anomaly. But she found something much, much deeper inside herself. She opened up the darkest parts of her mind that were so endlessly guilty for what she's done and faced them with fear, but strength. Harley did something incredibly scary while finding out it meant just how brave she really was. And she didn't have to use the fire in her to be that powerful.

Being kind, generous, loving, and so very golden could have just as much power. This was what would give Harley her second chance.

They both expect Gabriel to put up a fight. Harley tries to prepare herself for any argument he may throw at them, but he's wordless when he steps forward, arm outstretched with an understanding look in his gaze. Octavia returns the gesture first, grasping his arm before his kind eyes shift to Harley. Gabriel has never known a soft, sweet version of Harley so he's caught by surprise when her response is gentle only. She smiles and clasps her fingers around his forearm and feels him return the favor.

"Thank you," Harley tells him again, soft, genuine. The hate and anger she held for him simmers into nothing. Gabriel can see it's no longer there as a mutual respect and understanding of one another passes. Harley could dare call him a friend if they're ever fortunate enough to cross paths again.

The voices coming from the radios hanging on the tree call out and Gabriel turns his head. "Jericho to Providence, we have a prisoner that claims that Primes can now make hosts. If you're out there - "

Words start to overlap until it's harder to hear. Harley can barely make it out and is a few seconds away from suggesting they start to head out when another voice calls out. It makes her stop completely, choking on the words she has to inhale.

"Gabriel, my name's Clarke Griffin. Josephine Lightbourne is in my head. If you can hear this... We're coming to you."

Harley's face twists. The overwhelming guilt that turned her into a terrible person swirls inside of her until it makes her want to do so, so much better. She can hardly understand what that message meant, but she does realize there that she treated Clarke horribly. Harley aided Bellamy in kidnapping the other's child, the same one who saved the life of her and her family years prior at the risk of her own. She let Gaia put the Flame in her head and she deserved so much more than being struck by Clarke. Harley betrayed someone when the trust should've flown both ways and at the time, hardly felt sorry.

She has to save her.

"You know her?" Gabriel guesses simply purely by the shocked stares plastered on Octavia and Harley's faces. Octavia nods while Harley's too stunned to speak.

"You know Josephine? A Lightbourne?" Harley finds her voice and asks as she suddenly remembers the Primes and their names. Gabriel says nothing which speaks a thousand words alone. Harley's lips part as she slowly understands... "The girl in the picture. You loved her."

He refuses to meet her eyes. Gabriel's focused on the radio like Clarke, or Josephine, would speak again as he corrects, "Love." Then he finally looks at them as if he understood the betrayal and distrust that flowed through them two. "I'm sure you get it." Harley huffs quietly under her breath. It seemed pointless to defend that. "Listen, if Josephine's in her head, then she's in all kinds of trouble."

"Then our people are, too," Octavia realizes.

She turns the handlebars and is prepared to hit the gas before Harley can even grasp her hips, but Gabriel stops them. "What for? She's coming here," He challenges. "Things are about to get weird."

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Gabriel wasn't wrong when he claimed things were about to become weird. He attempts to explain breathlessly as he prepares his own bike that there are a hundred different places Josephine could be hiding since she didn't show up. Luckily, he knows an extra special spot in the woods, a hidden spot hidden under a hatch buried in the ground. It's not too long from his campsite, but Harley estimates she was unconscious most of the day when she realizes the sun was already setting and by the time they arrive, it's gone. Dark had finally hit them and it's nearly impossible to drive any further especially with their inexperience.

A bundle of leaves are kicked aside by Gabriel who's clearly in a rush. Harley doesn't know what's waiting for them inside when he reveals a small door. She exhales loudly when she rips the scarf that hid her face under her chin, the air turning into a cloud from the chill. "I knew she'd pick this one," Gabriel declares.

"Quiet, they'll hear us," Octavia hushes him. The guards from Sanctum have been close to their trail. They're hard to ditch.

But he's right. Harley has to squint just to see right, but there's a dim orange glow that just keeps the area lit enough to see. She sees a glimpse of a body with their arms spread as if they're pinned into the soil before Octavia pushes herself into her view and hops down the ladder. Harley scampers after her. There's not a lot of room, but she shoves aside a small table so she can crouch by them and get a closer look to see what they're dealing with.

It's Clarke, alright. And she is pinned. Her eyes are shut as she chokes and gasps for air, her skin turning a horrible mix of blue and purple. Vines have weaved around her throat and figure. The plant keeps her completely paralyzed to her own limbs. Gabriel quickly grabs a knife from his belt and starts slashing at the green ropes they can see.

"Hurry, she can't breathe!" Octavia quietly exclaims.

"Clarke, Clarke. Come on, you're okay - we got you," Harley whispers to her desperately. She knows it'd be useless to tug at the vines when she's weaponless and she'll probably only get in Gabriel's way. She can only pray and gently touch Clarke's jawline, tears sprung in her eyes, pleading she'll have another chance to make things right.

The vine held over Clarke's throat is flung away by Octavia as soon as Gabriel slices through it. Clarke gasps for air as they work together to yank the rest of the plants off of her. Harley breathes through a shudder of relief and gently holds the back of Clarke's head while the other two loops their arms through hers to pull her into a sitting position.

"You didn't show up at the camp, we assumed the worst," Gabriel explains.

Octavia leans forward. "Clarke, hey, can you walk?"

She doesn't answer. Clarke's blue eyes land on Gabriel and all words have been stolen. "Hey, what is it? Are you okay?" Harley questions. Her hand drops, the pad of her thumb stroking across Clarke's flushed cheek. "It's okay, we're gonna help you. Gabriel, we have to get her out of here."

All of Harley's words go ignored. The color returns to Clarke's face. "Gabriel?" She gasps.

Gabriel froze, but Harley sees it. The way his eyes fill with so much love that they glimmer more than the stars. She'd held the same expression a hundred times herself to only two girls in this world. But there was only one for Gabriel, and her name was Josephine Lightbourne. Even the way he whispers her name too tells the stories of the hundreds of years he's been in love.

And this was her. It wasn't really Clarke anymore.

The truth is like a awful blow to the chest. Harley feels as if her ribs were bruised. She didn't think it could be true, but the way that Clarke... Josephine throws herself into Gabriel's arms for an embrace with a joyful smile is nothing like the one Clarke always held. She's never seen the lovestruck stare on her face that is given to Gabriel. Even her next words sound wrong coming from her mouth, "You still want to live happily ever after?"

"Hold on." Hostility fills Octavia's tone as she glares Clarke down. "What happened to Clarke?" She demands.

The grin Josephine held turns cold. "Blodreina. Hi," she greets. Her head turns to meet Harley's gaze for the first time. A chill crawls up her spine at the sight. It's like meeting at a ghost. She's staring into the eyes of one of her closest friends and they're not even hers. "Oh, and little Miss Sunshine." She rolls her eyes. "Spare me the 'my friend is dead' sobs. I've seen you cry enough in Wanheda's head."

The words are so foreign and terrible spilling from Clarke's lips. She's never downgraded Harley like this and even though she knows it's not Clarke truly speaking, and that she's not dead, it still struck her directly in the heart. She slowly reels back as Josephine glances between the three of them. "How do you three - " She pauses, shakes her head, and starts to push herself up. "You know what? There's no time. Just help me up."

Octavia retreats away to the ladder with Harley behind her as Gabriel tugs Josephine onto her feet. Multiple lights are beaming between the trees and she knows it isn't from the hanging moon. Harley lunges onto Octavia's back before she could stand properly and takes them both down, buried into the leaves. "Keep down!" She hisses to them as Gabriel's head appears behind her. "They're going to - "

"Help!" Josephine shouts.

The flashlights shine towards them. Harley feels a sudden urge to kick Josephine in the face so she'd shut the hell up, but it's too late anyway. She calls out again, "I'm here!"

They have no choice but to stand as the guards sprint towards them. "Seriously?" Octavia mutters bitterly as she lifts her hands. There's no use fighting back with guns pointed in their faces.

"Don't worry, my love. I won't let them hurt you," Josephine reassures Gabriel sourly. Harley can't tell if she's cracking a cruel joke or being completely serious.

"On your knees!" One of the guards bark. Harley recognizes her immediately. She's the one who took Rose home when she was shot in the chest, who wailed in grief when the little girl died.

Josephine is barely standing. Her knees would've given out if Gabriel wasn't holding her. He calls to them, "Look, listen to me! She needs medical attention. If I don't operate soon, she'll die."

A guard in a helmet snarls, "Take your hands off her, COG."

"Okay! Enough talk!" Josephine huffs. "Kill the girls. Take Gabriel prisoner. And get me home."

Her demands barely pass through the guards's ears. The only one they hang onto is Gabriel. The man realizes Josephine's mistake and begs, "no, no, no, no!" Seconds before they tackle all of them. Harley is forced to her knees when a knee shoves into her lower back. She gasps at the pain that nearly knocks the wind out of her, but doesn't make a move to fight back. Not with the barrel of a firearm shoved into her neck.

A voice beneath the helmet of the guard holding Harley hostage utters only loud enough for her to hear, "For the glory and grace of - "

Harley squeezes her eyes shut when a bang rips through the air. But she feels no pain because the guard never had the chance to shoot her. A gun fires repeatedly and Harley throws her hands over her head for protection as bodies hit the dirt around her. She carefully looks up. The guard killing his men holds the one who grieved Rose at gunpoint as he rips his helmet off.

Black curls spill around bronze skin, familiar features scowling at every person standing there. The last person Harley expected to save them was Bellamy Blake before she remembered who he'd really be there for - Clarke.

"Bellamy," Octavia chokes out.

"Because of course it is," Josephine mumbles sarcastically.

Octavia dashes across the grass and throws her arms over Bellamy's shoulders. Harley realizes her worst thought came to life when Bellamy tenses and doesn't return the hug even when she cries pressed against him. He didn't return to rescue them from the horrors of the woods from Sanctum. The only person he intended on saving was Clarke.

There's hurt written on Octavia's face as she pulls away. She retreats to Harley who touches her arms before pulling her towards her. "He'll come around," she whispers, but doesn't know how much Octavia believes that when her features curl as she bites back a sob.

The little sister Bellamy left to die with Harley goes ignored. He orders Gabriel to take Josephine from the guard to which he complies. Josephine isn't too angry, she's possibly too busy struggling to stay conscious. Blood drips from her nose as she splutters, staggering against Gabriel, "I can't feel my legs."

Gabriel crouches to sweep Josephine into his arms. He carries her towards his bike, shouting back, "We have to hurry! Come on!"

"Right behind you!" Bellamy promises. He inches closer to the guard, finger rested on the trigger. "Go back to Sanctum. Tell Russell if he hurts any of my people, he'll never see his daughter again." His expression doesn't change as the guard is wordless, trying to read if he's bluffing. But he's dead serious. "Go!"

She finally bolts. It leaves the three of them standing there. Harley watches as Bellamy lowers the gun and fumbles to grab a rifle from one of the dead men, shoving Octavia's arm away when she reaches for him with a whisper of his name. Harley doesn't know what it is. What did they do to make Bellamy hate them so much? Or was it guilt? Could he not look them in the eyes after what he did?

A sudden urge hits Harley to grab Bellamy and confront him, to know what his problem is. But she has to fight it. She's bound to blow and clash with Bellamy Blake, but for now, she places her concern for Clarke Griffin at the top of her list. After all, she owes her so much more.

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"Two wavelengths, one brain."

Harley barely sends a glance towards Gabriel as he marvels at the screens. She's too busy observing Josephine in Clarke's body. It's an odd, horrid thing to see your friend who's not really there because someone took over her brain. However, she's still strapped to the cot, profoundly sweating and shuddering. Harley tilts her head. Her hands are shaking from where they're crossed under her arms.

"What're you looking at?" Josephine breathes out. She's attempting to sound venomous, but she's in too much pain. And yet, she can't help herself. She still tries. "You can't judge me, Harleen. John told me everything when he tried to make a deal with me to keep Clarke at bay for three mind drives. Would you have poisoned him if it meant saving Octavia?"

Her breath catches in her throat. Harley has to whip away before she breaks completely. No, she doesn't know the answer to that question herself and it would take a long time to untangle that mess. But Josephine slipped up through her taunts and gave Harley the only answer she needed.

Murphy was alive. He messed up, maybe, but he survived after Harley stabbed him multiple times.

Tears burn Harley's eyes. She has to forcibly swallow the sob that forms into a lump, stuck in her throat. She doesn't know if it's relief from the news that her brother's alive or sorrow of the reminder that she poisoned Octavia that causes it. But if Harley wallows in these feelings, it's over. She has to prove how strong she is once again by shoving them aside in order to save Clarke.

Gabriel leaves the screens holding Josephine and Clarke's vitals to face the girl herself. Harley can't imagine how much harder this is for him. "You mind telling me how Clarke's consciousness survived?" He asks calmly.

"There's a neural mesh in her head. Her mind latched onto it during the procedure," Josephine mumbles shakily.

"The chip she took," Harley remembers. It starts to click. "She never had it removed after she went to the City of Light."

"Yeah," Josephine agrees through a few, pained giggles. "It's pretty cool, huh?"

A faint smile danced on Gabriel's lips. Bellamy, who notices, cuts in, "What can we do?"

The smile falls. "Once I remove her drive, I'll need one of you to quickly bandage the wound before I restart her heart," Gabriel instructs as he turns to surf through his medical tools.

"You're stopping her heart?" Octavia questions.

He nods and fills the syringe with a mysterious liquid. "Death causes her mind to back up onto the drive. I take it out, start her heart."

"We get Clarke back," Bellamy finishes.

Josephine shifts her head on the pillow with a cloudy stare. "She was right to depend on you. Believe it or not... We're actually friends."

All Harley could do was glare at this girl who was in the body of her friend. "You stole her mind, her body - " She shakily spits, disgusted, "... And want to call her your friend?"

The haze Josephine is lost in doesn't fade. She isn't swayed by the angry words spat at her. "She's a good one," she tells Harley, voice soft, but cold. "You have no idea how much she... Cares about you." She pauses, swallows before delivering a harsh blow. "You don't deserve it either."

"You're right. I don't." Harley passes Octavia who tries to hold her back to lean closer. "But you... You don't deserve to live another life."

"Another life?" Gabriel repeats.

Bellamy isn't phased by the hesitation Gabriel provides. "Yeah. After I used her mind drive to bargain with peace," he suggests.

The only Blake that notices the rift in the shelter is Octavia. She frowns and asks, "What's wrong?"

"He knows that means I'll be resurrected again, and he's not sure if he can let them take another innocent life," Josephine answers for him. She grows weaker every second, but has enough strength to watch Gabriel approach. He's silent when he reaches for the arm Josephine has draped over her chest, but stops when she reaches for him. She rubs her thumb into the crease of the limb. "Aye, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come?" She quotes. It sounds like something from an ancient story Harley's read about in school classes while in The Ark. "But I guess that was okay for you, huh, old man?" Josephine continues.

"No," Gabriel answers quietly. "It wasn't."

"You know that there's another way. If you let me keep this body, nobody else has to die," Josephine weakly tries to bargain. Her desperation to live another life almost makes Harley feel bad for her. No one deserves to die, but Lincoln was right. If death had no cost, than life has no worth.

"Okay, no more talking. Do it," Bellamy demands when Gabriel doesn't move as if he's considering Josephine's offer.

Harley doesn't know if she's imagining the way Josephine's eyes grow damp. "I know that I've done bad things - I don't remember them all, but I do know that you hate me for it," she chokes out sadly.

But Harley knows she isn't imagining the pained cry that passes Gabriel's lips. It almost sounds like a choking noise. Tears start to roll down his cheeks as he admits, "I could never hate you."

Relief fills Josephine's gaze like the cat finally got the cream. Harley hates how manipulative Josephine is, something she's realized in just the few hours she's been in her presence. It's so powerful that she can't piece apart if it's true or not. It's impossible to tell if this was all a game to Josephine or if she truly did love Gabriel as much as he loved her.

The pad of Josephine's thumb rubs at Gabriel's arm. If it's a game, it's a sick one. He's falling apart at her touch, his lower lip quivering. "We can still be together, my love," she offers sweetly. "We can take out the drives just like you wanted. We can grow old together."

Repulsed, the Blake siblings turn away in sync as if they couldn't bear another minute of Josephine's taunts. But Harley doesn't. Even though Josephine's attention wasn't directed towards her, she refuses to cave and give this twisted girl what she wanted. Power over them.

"I...I've loved you for centuries," Gabriel confesses. Josephine gives him a small laugh and Harley fears it's over. That she won, Gabriel will change his mind, and he won't help them save Clarke. He's fighting sobs as he finishes, "But we had our time. I have to let you go now."

Betrayed, Josephine's arm fell. Her chapped lips part to protest, but it's too late. Gabriel slides the needle into her arm and presses onto the syringe. He has no choice but to watch the light leave her widened eyes as they very slowly fall shut. The line on the monitor soon falls flat as a loud and heavy beep fills the air. It's over too soon - before Harley could even process it that she couldn't even blink and Clarke was gone.

So was Josephine. Before the removal, Gabriel leans close to her ear and whispers, "Muerte es vida." (Death is life).

Shaking hands go through the process of removing the drive out of the nape of Clarke's neck. It looks almost like the Flame. Gabriel has pieced himself together fast enough to perform the procedure without making it worse and Harley couldn't thank him enough for it while at the same time she couldn't force the words out. She waits until Bellamy covers the freshly opened wound with a bundle of gauze before rolling Clarke's limp body onto her back again.

Gabriel prepares the new shot to restart Clarke's head before plunging the needle into her chest and pumping it into her system until it floods through her completely. And Harley waits. She's desperate for Clarke to wake so she can have a second chance at atonement. She wants to earn Clarke's forgiveness, and more than anything, she wants her best friend alive.

But she doesn't move. Clarke's body is frozen, limbs slack against the cot. Harley's head knows the truth, but her heart beats a different story even when Bellamy demands to know, "Why isn't she waking up?"

"I'm sorry," Gabriel apologizes, "But her brain can no longer support two minds."

"No," Harley whispers. The single word sounds like a whimper. "You're lying." She swears they can hear her heart break.

"Do something," Octavia pleads. "They're both still in there!"

Gabriel tries to calm them, "Latent neural activity continues for a short time after death, but once the head stops telling the heart to beat, it's over. Okay?"

"The heart and the head." Bellamy presses his hands over Clarke's chest and begins a pumping motion, muttering hopefully once more, "The heart and the head - "

The attempt to revive Clarke was like being shot in the chest. Harley would've cried from the physical pain if the grief of losing someone you loved wasn't so much stronger. She tastes the salty tears as they roll past her twisted lips and drip past her cheeks. Harley finally has to turn away. She faces the wall of the tent as the back of her wrist presses against her mouth and keeps a sob muffled.

She'll never see Clarke again. She'll never get a chance to make things right.

"Bell," she hears Octavia says softly.

"No, I'm not losing her again," Bellamy sobs. His voice rises into a shout with every word. "Come on, Clarke, come on!" Harley spun again in time to see him roll Clarke's head towards him and attempts mouth to mouth while pinching her nose. It does nothing. He desperately moves to pump against her stomach again, shouting, "Clarke - Clarke, I need you. Madi needs you - now wake up!"

"Bellamy," Octavia says her brother's name with love and sympathy, "She's gone."

"No she's not!"

Harley, who's been angry with Bellamy since he left her to die with Octavia, lunges and wraps her arms around his waist. "You have to let her go," she sobs as she tries to tug him away. It's useless. Bellamy fights, thrashes of the limbs, and Harley's no match to hold him back. "She's gone, she's gone - "

She's gone, Harley blames herself, and you'll never get another chance.

"She's not!" Bellamy practically screams again. He clawed at Harley's arms until she let him go and attacks Clarke again. His hand squeezes into a fist and he pounds it onto her chest with a grunt. "Wake up, Clarke! I'm not letting you go! You're a fighter! Now get up and fight! Get up and fight!" He cries out before punching again, and again, and again until giving her mouth to mouth resuscitation one last time.

Harley can barely stand to watch. Her vision, blurred with so many tears she could drown in them if they filled her lungs, struggles to watch Bellamy revive Clarke unfold. Her teeth clench to hold back any further sobs and her knees, wobbling with the strength it takes to keep them straight, almost give out. Octavia presses herself into Harley's side. "It's okay," she says gently into her ear. Harley clutches at her before sorrow wins and she gives up. "Clarke loved you - and you deserved that love. She already forgave you."

These were the words Harley needed the most even when she longed for them to leave someone else's mouth. She's lucky enough to be in a world that Clarke, who she was so convinced was gone, wheezes and gasps.

"You're okay. Just breathe," Bellamy eases her carefully. Harley's cries cease before stopping as her jaw drops. "Just breathe."

"Clarke?" Harley murmurs. Octavia has to almost drag Harley to the cot for a better look. She fears it's Josephine until she sees the tears in Clarke's eyes, the way she stares back at her loved ones before she yanks Bellamy into a grateful hug. She's okay.

A soft, warm hand presses it's palm onto Harley's cheek and turns her head towards her. A thumb sweeps across the flushed skin and wipes away the fresh and old tears. She's greeted by the most beautiful sight of Octavia smiling back. Shaking, she jerks and presses their foreheads together. Mutual love flows through the both of them all while the consolation that Clarke Griffin, their savior, their friend, was a true fighter that didn't have to fight to the very end when she won after all.

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author's note:

i gotta be honest i had NOOO idea how to end this. it was so painful from harley forgiving herself while at the same time blaming herself for not being able to have a second chance with clarke. i'm crying. i told y'all the brotp was coming back. soft harley is coming back and she is my FAVORITE.

anyways this chapter was like super long & shit but i couldn't split it into two. plus i sort of had to jump everywhere since this was probably my least favorite season. but hey it is almost over. only a few more chapters to go! i can't wait for you guys to see how this act ends.

i'm pretty sure that's it and all i have to say. other than that, i do have a few new stories out if you're interested! please feel free to check them out! thank you so much for sticking through this rocky ride, and i'm so sorry for my slow updates!

- koda