The Games ~ Book 1 ~ (The 100/Bellarke)

Chapter 82

Author's Note: This is safely the last chapter of this book. Let me know if you guys want a sequel.

On three everyone started trying to pull the metal off of the ground. Then it slowly began coming off the ground, it was working.

"Someone, pull him out quick!" Clarke ordered, as she felt her face burring read from Al of the height that she was lifting.

Miller ran over to Bellamy, and he pulled him out from under the metal.

Right when Bellamy was out from underneath the huge and heavily metal piece everyone dropped it.

"Bell!" Octavia yelled, as she ran over to him, and wraped her arms around him.

Bellamy hugged her back, relieved that the metal was no longer keeping down.

Octavia pulled away from Bellamy and smiled with tears till sparkling in her eyes. Bellamy smiled back.

Octavia looked over at Clarke, who was crying tears of joy.

Clarke dropped to her knees next Bellamy and smiled a smile that was in between laughing and crying.

Bellamy grabbed the back of Clarke's head and pulled her into a hug. Clarke hugged him back.
When Clarke and Bellamy pulled away, they staired into each others eyes.

They had forgot that there was anyone there, at this point it felt like that where the only two people on the world.

Bellamy 's eyes wondered from Clarke's eyes to her lips. Clarke's eyes doing the same.
They leaned in and kissed. Their lips slowly moved together.

This kiss was different than the other two times. The other kisses where hungy and agressive, but this kiss was soft and sweet.
The other two where unclear if they meant something or not. This kiss clearly meant something.

This kiss meant everything.

Author's Note: I'm so sad. I can't beleive that I finished this book.
Let me know if you guys will want a sequel.