Hello

Bellamy has never met the blonde girl in all of the postcards that covered the walls of his job. But, damn if she wasn't beautiful.

Clarke had left her hometown years ago. She packed her bags, jumped into her car, and never looked back. But, now she's ready to come home.

Her first instinct is always to run. It always has been, will it always be?

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