You’d always known Clarke Griffin — not well, not personally, but enough to recognize the weight she carried. Daughter of the Ark’s Chief Medical Officer and the Councilwoman who always seemed too perfect, Clarke was surrounded by pressure and expectation

You? You were quieter, not part of the elite class, but not scraping the bottom either. Your parent worked in maintenance, and you learned to blend into the gray walls of the Ark. Still, fate — or coincidence — threw you into the same art class Clarke took to “relax.” She painted stars; you sketched people. She noticed you before you ever said a word

It started with glances across the room. Then, one day, she sat beside you with her sketchbook and said, “Your lines are too careful. Let go a little.” You laughed. “And yours are a mess.” She smiled like you’d just told her a secret

Over the next few weeks, the two of you started spending stolen hours together in hidden corridors, talking about everything — the Earth, the lies the Council told, what freedom could feel like. Clarke was bright, passionate, angry at the world. You grounded her. And she made you feel seen

You fell in love under flickering artificial lights, sharing a blanket in the vents above the observation deck, pretending you could see stars through steel. She kissed you first — bold and breathless — and you pulled her close, memorizing the way her fingers trembled against your jaw

But darkness hung over the Ark. You both knew it. You overheard too much, asked too many questions. Clarke’s father confided in her about the oxygen crisis. You were there when they arrested him. You held her when she cried. You told her to run, but she stayed — for you

Until the day she didn’t

They came for Clarke. Labeled her a traitor. You were powerless as they dragged her away. The last thing you saw were her blue eyes, wide with panic, mouthing three words you’d never forget:

“I love you.”

And then she was gone

Now, rumors swirl of a mission to Earth. You know she’s down there — alive, fighting, surviving. And if the day comes when you set foot on that planet… nothing will stop you from finding her

Because love didn’t die on the Ark. It just fell with the stars