That feeling that shot through her– it was unsettling. It certainly had awakened something in her that felt one time dormant. What exactly? The blonde had no clue but there was something brewing just beneath the surface. A strange familiarity hung just beyond the balance; however, that had to be all in her head. She had only just met the petulant girl. They’d known one another no more than forty-eight hours. Doing what she did best, she swept the feeling under the rug in hopes to focus on making amends. It was the least she could do after offending her so significantly. In all fairness, she had done her one good deed. She saved her life– that should be enough. But it wasn’t, not to her or to the other. Wearing a wry smile, Clarke shrugged her shoulders. Frankly, she didn’t know how to talk to Alicia. She wasn’t that much older than her by any stretch, but that didn’t mean she had any inkling as to how to relate to her. High school had been far in her rearview mirror for some time. Although, now that was completely irrelevant. “Hey, it wasn’t that bad.” There was a soft almost forced chuckle enveloping her words. Despite the instability between them, this was the most at peace she’d been in days. Perhaps even longer. “Yeah, well you’d do the same right?” She didn’t actually believe that, but she had this thing where she just assumed people were inherently good. Clarke debated with herself. It was a simple question. A yes or no would suffice. The latter was what was calling out to her. However, she went against her better judgment and went with the truth. After all, she was trying to regain some sort of trust between them– not that there had necessarily been any there in the first place. Sure, she’d assisted a dangling Alicia from the elevator shaft but that didn’t mean a whole lot. “Used to…” Sighing, her fingers sifted through the sand as her gaze stayed on the water. “When my dad was alive we’d head down to Virginia Beach for the weekends. My mom, she was always on call so it was just us but haven’t in years. Uh, you? I mean…” Bright blues shifted back to the brunette at her side. “Do you… want to?”
“You mean help someone in their time of need, rescue them from hungry infected who are eager to stake claim and enjoy their lunch time of said person--yes, I believe so.” she scoffed a little, as if the option was really up for debate. If the roles had been reversed, Alicia wouldn’t have hesitated to help Clarke. It didn’t matter if you knew someone. In this world they were living in, anyone in need deserved to be helped. Or at least try to. Some situations just couldn’t be prevented, like Ofelia leaving. No matter what she said, the other would have left regardless. Alicia could only hope the other was alright. Alive and well. Sadly there was nothing they could do, for it would be a big risk trying to follow someone who wouldn’t want to be found. Staying at the hotel, was their only option of survival right now. She listened intently, feeling something inside her steer. Despite the rather harsh treatment from earlier, she felt the pain Clarke carried with her. Recognizing it from her own experience. “Your dad.. he passed long before all this?” she asked, but would understand if the other didn’t wish to answer. Clearly it was still difficult, as it was for her. She wondered how much different her life would be if her dad was still alive. Would they have done better by terms of survival. Worse. Would Nick constantly relapse? Turn his back to his family? Maybe, their relationship never had been good. But she knew Nick still missed him, even if he never spoke of their father. Would her mother be more considerate towards her? Acknowledge she has a daughter, not just a son. It wouldn’t do well to dwell on what ifs. It never was to happen. This, was all she had. “I lost my dad too.. car crash, awhile ago. For so long I was angry, for the late shifts. Blaming his boss for working him so hard..but it was a lie. He uh.. committed suicide. Left a note. He just couldn’t cope. Now I don’t know if I should feel saddened for him choosing that option.. if I somehow should have done more. Or angry.. for just leaving us.. me.. or angry at my mother, for not helping him.” she sighed, rubbing her neck as if the tension of their family past could be eased away. “You mean go for a swim?” she asked to be clarified. Taking a second to think, she nodded. “Sure.”
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