Clake watched as Bellamy set up camp. Clarke sighed.
She felt so us less, she couldn't do anything because of her ankle and it was driving her crazy.
Clarke sat down with her back tested agent a tree.
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Raven watched with tears in her eyes as the grounders tied Finn to a wooden poll.
"Today, our dead will be avenged!" The leader shouted.
"No! Finn!" Raven yelled.
The lead grounder, Anya, pulled out a sword and ordered for one of her men to heat it.
The grounders where going to kill Finn.
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"Are you hungery?" Bellamy looked up from his pack.
"A little." Clarke nodded her head.
Bellamy reached into his bag and pulled put a orange.
Clarke smiled, a huge smile.
Oranges were her favorite fruit.
"Here." Bellamy held his hand out and gave her an orange.
"How long did you have these?" Clarke began to peal off the outside of the orange.
"I found an orange tree when I was looking for Octavia."
Octavia, Octavia. The name replied over and over again in Clarke's mind.
Bellamy stopped searching for his sister because of her. Why did he stop searching for Octavia because Clarke was hurt.
"I'm so sorry." Clarke breathed out, holding in her tears.
Bellamy got down on his knees next to Clarke.
"You didn't do anything wrong." Bellamy sat down next to her.
"Yes, I did." Clarke began. "You can't look for your sister because of me."
"Clarke, that's not true."
"Yes it is." Clarke paused for a short second then continued. "If I wasn't hurt we could be looking for Octavia right now."
"Clarke, its not your fault."
Clarke turned her head in the opposite direction of Bellamy, she hated for people to see her cry.
"Clarke," Clarke didn't turn. "Clarke, please look at me." Ballamy begged.
Clarke still remained with her head turned away.
Bellamy reached out and gentlely grabbed Clarke's chin and turned her head to him. Her eyes where red from tears, and Her face had tear stains all over it.
Clarke looked down at the ground avoiding wye contact.
"It's not your fault." Bellamy repeated, his hand still on her chin.
Clarke looked up, her eyes instently locked with Bellamy's.
"It's not your fault." He repeated.
One last tear played on Clarke's face. Bellamy moved his hand to her face where the tear laied and whipped the it off her face.
Clarke and Bellamy stared into each others eyes.
Then his lips came crashing into hers.
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The Games ~ Book 1 ~ (The 100/Bellarke)
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