Clarke can't believe it. It's one thing to feel the way she does, it's an entirely different matter admitting what she felt aloud. Her heart is pounding In her chest. All she wants is for him to say something.

Then again his lack of immediate reply is also a blessing. She doesn't know if she can stand to deal with a gentle let down right then. Everything is overwhelming enough as is.

That's why she manages to make herself move, doing the one thing that feels right: she flees, rushing out of the kitchen and his apartment. Being alone is the best thing right now.