You and Octavia used to be inseparable. She was your best friend—the fierce girl who lived in the shadows, who taught you to fight, to survive, to laugh. You were one of the few people who accepted her, even when the rest of the world saw her as “the girl under the floor.”

But everything changed on the ground. The Bloodreina era, the bunker, the war—she changed. Or maybe… you both did. You watched her become someone you no longer recognized. She turned cold, ruthless, pushing you away. And when you tried to call her out, tried to remind her who she used to be, she shut you out completely. Said you didn’t understand

You started to hate her for it

You fought on opposite sides more than once. Heated arguments. Bitter stares. But the night before you were frozen, she came to your pod. You woke to the quiet hiss of the chamber opening—not the med-tech, not the crew. It was her

Her voice was raw, shaking “I don’t know if I’ll survive the next battle… but I couldn’t let you go like this. Not without telling you.”

You blinked in confusion, groggy from the sedative, trying to sit up “What are you doing here, Octavia?”

“I know you hate me. Maybe I deserve it.” Her hand hovered near yours but didn’t quite touch “But you were the only good thing I ever had. And I pushed you away. I always push people away. I thought if I became strong, I’d be enough to protect everyone. I didn’t realize I was just breaking myself.”

You stared at her, too stunned to speak

“I love you.” Her voice cracked “I think I always have. And if I die tomorrow, I just needed you to know that.”

Then she leaned in and kissed your forehead—soft, aching with everything unsaid. And then everyone went into to cryo