Thread: May We Meet Again [randomname98766789 and sixlikesgore]

After letting such a personal thought slip from her lips, the last thing Clarke had expected to happen was for Bellamy to react the way he had. When she'd continued her pace, she'd expected him to follow suit, and let her brush the topic off completely. But instead, he reached a hand out from his stand-still position, and grasped her own in his. Forcing her to stop, both from his lack of movement and the sudden grip on her hand, Clarke whirled around to face him with bewilderment displayed clearly on her face. There was a flinch with her hand, threatening to pull it from his grasp, but it was a natural reaction due to the shock of it - once she realized it was Bellamy's hand cradled over her own, she immediately stopped resisting, and inhaled a deep, shaky breath. Settling her eyes on his own just as his hand released hers back to her side, Clarke gave him a soft nod of assurance, intently waiting to hear what he'd gotten her direct attention in order to say. Never, if someone had told Clarke that she'd be hearing the words that were coming out of Bellamy's mouth, would the blond have believed it for a second. A slightly dumbfounded look came across her face when he started to spill his feelings to her, causing her lips to part in slight shock from his admittance. It instantly threw her mind for a loop, causing it to go back and forth between the the times they'd spend arguing or bickering about something insanely stupid, simply because they didn't want to compromise and find a conjoined solution. Or was it because they were both hiding their feelings for each other, and that had a part in their slight headbutting? Among all he'd said, the most that stuck out to her ears were the words, ' You are not alone, Clarke. ' Pair that with his confession of wanting her to be his, and the stupid smile that was pulling across Clarke's plump lips could only be self-described as dorky. When it came to Bellamy's encounters around camp, Clarke wasn't one hundred percent bothered by it - the types of girls that pined for Bellamy's attention weren't the kinds of girls that you looked at for a future, so there hadn't been much jealousy behind those thoughts. But hearing him say that he'd only been trying to move on from his thoughts from her, unsuccessfully, made any bit of jealousy she might've harbored towards those situations completely disappear. And there wasn't a bone in Clarke's body that could feel an ounce of insincerity in his soul as he spoke these words if anything, the only thing she could sense was his vulnerability from putting himself out there to her like this. It took a lot of courage to admit these things at face value, and it overwhelmed Clarke beyond words. At first, her slightly frozen posture might've come off as negative - the way her eyes stared widely at him in almost disbelief, lips parted in a bit of a shocked gasp, hands motionless at her sides. Then, in a matter of seconds, her body was bolting from its position in front of him to close the distance between the two of them, her arms coming to securely wrap tightly around the taller man's neck, pulling herself against him in a tight hug. All the while, Bellamy's words echoed in her mind, over and over again 'I dont see why we cant make something good happen..' Clarke had been so shut off from everything since her Father's death.. Who was to say she didn't deserve to start smiling because of someone again? The hug lasted for what felt like hours a brush of human contact that Clarke hadn't felt since the last hug she'd received from her mother. The endorphin's that had released in her system just from the hug alone was almost enough to make her lightheaded with happiness, and the smile that breached over her lips was probably the largest it'd been since they'd crashed. Only, as Clarke's blue eyes began to open within their hugged position, she caught a good glimpse of the size of Bellamy's backpack it wasn't the usual scouting bags they'd fastened together for trips like this. And it had a lot more in it than Clarke had brought with her own. Momentarily, the look of happiness faltered, and she retreated from the hug to catch Bellamy's gaze, eyebrows instantly pulling together a little sternly. Something's wrong.. she called him out, trailing it off to ease her tone from being as harsh as it originally would've come out. Isn't it? Glancing between them, Clarke reached to take his hand, her eyes slowly coming to lock with his own again. You're not just telling me all this because it's been dying to get out.. You're telling me this because it's your last chance to. Swallowing thickly, she gestured to his bag with a nod of her head, indicating that she'd seen the size of it in comparison. .. are you leaving? As Clarke asked this last question, her voice dropped, eyes filled with concern. You can't. You can't say those things to me and then leave.