"Yeah, it does." Her tone is distracted, her mind swept up in the colors. It seems impossible that something so explosive and formerly ominous can also be beautiful. This is what a world without worry or threat looks like. It takes the dangerous and softens them.

It hurts to admit, but Clarke loves it even as it makes her heart tighten in her chest. The booming, the burning, the clapping of spectators. Everything is at odds.

Eyes still fixed above them, she reaches out and grasps Bellamy's hand, fingers tightening around his, oblivious to the stickiness from the powdered sugar.