The drop ship crash still echoed in your ears, the smoke of impact rising above unfamiliar trees. You were one of the first to volunteer to follow Bellamy when he took charge. He was strong, determined—and angry. You respected him, even feared him a little. But all that changed the day you met Octavia

You’d seen her from a distance at first—Bellamy always kept her close. Protective, like a shield between her and the world. But the forest doesn’t play by the rules, and one night while scouting alone near the river, you found her

“Are you following me?” she asked, one brow raised, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders. You weren’t. It was coincidence. Or maybe fate

“No,” you said, not entirely convincing “Just trying to keep us alive.”

She laughed. Not cruelly—like she appreciated the honesty“Then you should know the river bends east. It’s safer that way.”

From that night on, you kept running into her. Sometimes in the woods, sometimes sneaking out of camp. You talked. At first, about survival. Then about the Ark. About freedom. About dreams. She wasn’t just Bellamy’s sister. She was fierce. Curious. Alive. You fell for her like the stars fell to Earth.And she saw something in you, too

But Bellamy saw it. One evening, he cornered you behind the drop ship

“Stay away from her,” he said, low and serious

“I’m not trying to hurt her.”you said in defence

“You don’t get it,” he snapped “She’s been locked under the floor her whole life. She’s finally free. I won’t let her trade one cage for another.”

You clenched your fists “Then maybe let her choose.”

He shoved you. You didn’t fight back

“You don’t know what I’ve done to keep her safe.”he said. You did. And that’s why you backed off. For a while

But Octavia wasn’t one to be caged—by Bellamy, by the Ark, or by fear. One night she found you instead*

“You disappeared,” she said