Never Let You Go// The 100

Runaway Bride

*Chapter 7*

"A certain something, he felt, had managed to work its way in through a tiny opening and was trying to fill a blank space inside him. The void was not one that she had made. It had always been there inside him. She had merely managed to shine a special light on it."

- Haruki Murakami

A foldup cane. A medical record. A picture of a little boy with beautiful brown eyes that were still able to see. A death certificate. I didn't look at the objects more than I had to. The answers were all there. Once again, Bellamy and I were taken apart. This time, in a way that broke my heart more than it already had been. It was hard to pull myself together after that.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the phone. My stomach lurched in a different way than before. How would Bellamy feel if he knew what had happened to us? We had been killed, separated, and plenty of others things I hadn't even seen yet. What if the box was sent to me and not Bellamy for a reason? And what kind of person would I be if I put him through that kind of pain. I suddenly hoped Bellamy wouldn't call back. At least, not until I'm ready.

I set down the third stack and dug back into the box. What I saw was something I didn't expect.

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The wedding invitation was a surprise. Not because Clarke doubted Raven and Finn would eventually get married, but because she didn't think she would be invited. I mean, how many ex girlfriends get invited to weddings? Not to mention, they had only broken up six months ago. But, despite the oddness of it all, Clarke knew she had to attend. If not for Finn, at least for Raven, who she had gotten pretty close with over the years. Besides, there was always something to look forward to at weddings. Champagne, mini food, and of course hot guys.

Although, Clarke had a theory that guys were never themselves at weddings. It was like putting on a suit and watching two people promise forever made them a sudden ten. Either way, Clarke wasn't looking for a hookup. She was just attending for moral support and nothing more.

The wedding arrived in no time at all, leaving Clarke in a state of panic. Mostly because she forgot all about it, got stuck in heavy traffic, and pulled up to the church fifteen minutes late. Not to mention, seeing Finn for the first time since their break up wasn't something she was looking forward to. It was easy for Clarke to say that she was a complete disaster. When she pulled open the heavy front doors and slipped inside, she wasn't surprised to find that the main entrance was empty. With her luck, the ceremony was probably half way over by then. And the task of finding where the ceremony was taking place was daunting all by itself. Clarke had never been very good with finding her way around.

"This should be fun." she muttered to herself, before setting off to find the wedding.

The church was huge, with all kinds of twists and turns and rooms that all looked the same. The whole thing was made of stones that reminded Clarke of Hogwarts castle or something. Each step she took echoed off the walls, making her feel all the more rude for showing up late. She almost expected a priest to storm into the hall and yell at her for being too loud.

After walking into too many private rooms and taking too many wrong turns, Clarke was officially lost. She felt like she was going in circles, yet hadn't seen anything that looked even remotely familiar. She was about to go back the way she came and ask for directions when she heard something coming from one of the rooms. It sounded like... someone crying?

"Hello?" Clarke whispered, knocking lightly on the door. "Are you ok?" There was a loud sniffle and a little cough.

"I'm fine." a voice croaked. The voice sounded familiar. Of course, the mess Clarke was already in had to become bigger