Disclaimer: I do not own the CW or the 100.

Spring did come.

One day the snow didn't fall. The cold began to lack its customary bite as the temperatures rose. It became feasible for children to once again play in the snow, like they had that first day of winter. Monty saw a green shoot sticking out from a small mound of snow, had exclaimed it to anybody that was near that spring had arrived.

Their first sign of color since the bleak, white winter months.

And color they received. The trees that they had watched shed their leaves bloomed, their branches like outstretched arms reaching towards the slivers of sunshine that peered behind clouds. They watched the snow melt on the ground, had enjoyed a few snowball fights before the last of it disappeared.

Raven had thrown her share of them at Murphy, laughing when she hit him square in the face. She would brace herself, squeal as he charged at her, grabbing her and tossing her over his shoulder as she pounded at his back, her leg kicking in the air. Murphy would spin her around before laying her on the wet ground and hounding her with merciless kisses.

Happy.

Like the nights spent in each other's arms, legs intertwined, Raven laying her head on his chest, her face tilted up to watch him sleeping. Felt as his chest rose and fell, his heartbeat a drumming lullaby against her ear. She drew patterns on the planes of his chest, admired how his bangs matted to his forehead after they made love. His face was smooth as he slept, no frowns, no furrowed brows.

He spent a night out of their bed in the beginning of spring—a big hurrah for the coming of warmer temperatures that he celebrated with Bellamy, Miller and a few of the other men on the guard. They went out hunting, camped out.

The bed had felt empty that night. She had stretched her fingertips over the imprint of his head on his pillow, draped her legs in the spot of the mattress that had dipped with his weight. Raven had slept in one of his shirts that night, brought the collar of the shirt to her nose, inhaled his woodsy vanilla musk, and dreamt of his touch.

But he came back, he always did. Would pick her up by the waist when he was in a good mood after a hunt, or kiss her forehead when he was tired, or surprise her in the tech room when he came back early.

Those were her favorite days. They would sneak away afterwards, practically run to their bunk, and latch on to each other. Clumsy hands and biting teeth everywhere at once, against the wall, on the floor, on the table they did manage to acquire. They would lay together for as long as they could afterwards, Murphy breathing teasing words and playful kisses on her skin.

They spelled love on each other's skin with open-mouthed kisses.

He told her he loved her, multiple times a day.

Even on the days that they shouted at each other, Raven screaming in his face for something or the other, and Murphy backing away and running a hand through his hair in frustration as he spat words through his teeth. They argued about little things, like Murphy leaving his shoes on in bed, or Raven leaving out spliced wires by accident and Murphy shocking himself. They argued about heavier topics, like Murphy forgetting to tell her he would be gone all day on a hunt, and Raven skipping meals to work on the car she was fixing.

Their voices rose as they battled for dominance, until one of them kissed the other ardently, insulting them as they made the other groan. The insults would fade away, morph into love bites on each other's collarbones, necks, and jaws. Sometimes, they would apologize, but often times it was more for the formality of it than necessity. Forgiveness was always granted. Raven would kiss Murphy's aching fingertips, and Murphy would bring her lunch to make sure she didn't forget to eat.

In the end, it was him who told her it was time.

She had shaken her head, changed the subject, but he was relentless. She needed to do this.

She remembered the day he first brought it up. They were tangled on the floor, and he had pressed a kiss to her hair.

"You can't run away from it forever." He had whispered.

Raven promised him she wasn't trying to, but she was just so damn busy, and she couldn't just leave Wick alone in the tech room with the other mechanics and engineers, they were like children.

But Murphy insisted.

"John…" She had groaned, and he had just shaken his head.

He got his way in the end.

The temperature was balmy when she finally got around to it. The air was crisp and smelled of new greenery, the earth rich and wet with rain. Green, everywhere. Yellows and blues, purples and teals… Flowers as big as her palm.

The dropship was covered in them, like an ancient ruin from one of the pictures inside the Earth Skills textbook. The hole Murphy had blown on the side was almost invisible under the wrapping of ivy.

She walked to the plot of land just outside the gate, where they had been burying their dead. It was a commemoration to the original 100, for those who had risked their lives and lost the battle. Those who they had lost during the Battle of the Mountain, the ones who didn't survive their first winter…

She knelt in front of the third grave to the right of the third row; the one she knew was void of a body. Her eyes scanned the grave marker.

Finn Collins

Finally at Peace, he rests.

She tried to stop the floodgate of tears from opening, but they seemed to have a mind of their own. They flowed down her face freely, and she didn't bother to wipe them away. They rolled down her neck and into the collar of her shirt, or dropped into her lap, causing little wet droplets on her pants.

She felt a hand on her shoulder, and turned instinctively into Murphy's arms.

She cried on his shoulder, as he pressed his lips to her hair.

Raven might not have been in love with Finn for a long time, but he had been family to her. She had loved him, and that sort of thing doesn't go away just because she wanted it to. For a while, he was all she had.

She was still angry, still resentful towards him.

But she was also heartbroken.

Her heart in pieces Murphy was willing to mend together, but didn't have to. This was something she had to do on her own.

That's how she knew why he had insisted she come see Finn. He wanted her to grieve properly, to let go of that part of her that would hold her back from things in the future.

He held her for a long time, running his hand through her ponytail.

She cleared her throat, wiped the remnants of her sticky tears with the back of her hand and brushed the knees of her pants as she stood up.

"Goodbye." She whispered.

She took Murphy by the hand, and together, walked back in the direction of their home.

A home that they built despite the hate that had imprinted between them at the beginning, because it was true what people said.

There's a thin line between hate and love.

And as Raven looked up into his blue irises, she only saw the latter.

THE END

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