Never Let You Go// The 100

I'll Never Let You Go

 *Chapter 12*

"No matter how pathetic or pitiful, every human is fated to have one moment in their lives in which they can change their own destiny."

 - Takayuki Yamaguchi

 The last thing in the box was a letter. Just like on the box, there was no address or anything. Only my name. Without hesitation, I ripped open the top and pulled out the letter. 

 Dear Clarke, I'm not really sure how to write this letter. I've been sitting here for hours trying to think of the right thing to say, but nothing sounds right. Even Octavia, who's been stuck in her own little world lately, came up to make sure I was ok. But I guess you could expect that from me. I've never been very good with words, but you knew that already. 

 I'm in love with you, Clarke. Every minute of every day I'm thinking about you and it sounds so stupid and cliche but I've never felt like this before except I have. Because no matter what year or century or universe, I will always be in love with you. No matter what the world puts between us we always find our way back to each other and that's something we can never lose. 

 I know you've already thought about it and probably already have a plan, but let me say it. We need to change our fate. We can't go on forever falling in love then being separated, it just isn't fair. Fate has screwed with us for far too long. And I think you already know who will have to change things. I wish I had when I had the chance, but I was stupid enough to think it was a joke. But, you're smarter than that. 

 Hopefully, the next time we meet will be different. No illness or bad timing. Just two kids who really like each other. I know you can do it, Clarke. 

 May we meet again, Bellamy 

 P.S: I probably should've mentioned this earlier, but I'm not Bellamy from your world, exactly. I guess you could say I'm Bellamy from the future. Pretty cool, huh?

 I laughed, reading the paper again. He was right. I had already thought about how I could change things. There was no way I could just sit around while my lives were messed with. But before I could do that I felt like I needed to have a bit of a service. For all the times where we didn't make it. 

 I picked up the first stack. Flapper Clarke and Detective Bellamy were married before they were shot and killed in a police raid. They had come so far. I smiled as I looked through the pictures again, even pausing on the sort of obituary to see us one last time. 

 "May we meet again."

 Next, was little kid Bellamy and Clarke. Not quite at love but close enough that fate had to rip them apart. I folded up the paper airplanes and placed them carefully in the box. After Bellamy moved, the paper airplanes probably became something of memory to Clarke. 

 "May we meet again."

 Blind Bellamy and Caretaker Clarke. I got choked up just looking at the papers. Bellamy's death certificate and his cane and all these things that meant so much at the time but would mean nothing to him now. They had come pretty close that time. Until fate decided at a young age that Bellamy would die from head trauma. Taking Clarke's heart with him.

 "May we meet again."

 The wedding. For once, a bit of joy between them. One night that felt like a lifetime but would end when the sun came up. No phone numbers or emails that would beg them to just have one more day. That was one separation I was ok with. 

 "May we meet again."

 Stack number five. Bellamy set his kitchen on fire and Clarke let him use her shower. Something that seemed so normal except they weren't normal people. It could've worked out except Bellamy's apartment was fixed and his date called back and things sort of got in the way. I folded up the poster of Smokey the Bear and put Bell's green polka dotted oven mitts on top. 

 "May we meet again."

 Number six was Soldier Bellamy and Nurse Clarke. They promised each other a date, yet things never worked out like that. Love and war weren't something that mixed very well. After the war, they had to go their separate ways. It was inevitable. There was no way they could find each other when they were on different sides of the country. I set the Red Cross badge on top of the army enlistment applications. For both Bellamy and Clarke. 

 "May we meet again."

 Most of the next stack was web print outs of portraits and legends. Princess Clarke and King Bellamy of Ark, the best leaders anyone had ever seen. They almost made it to the end, getting married then ruling their kingdom for several years. Until the Grounders found their way in and kidnapped Clarke. It was easy to figure out the rest. 

 "May we meet again."

 Last but not least was prom. In my world, prom had already passed with little excitement and no Bellamy. But, even if there was, it would've worked out the same. After their perfect night, they dated for a while until it was time for them to go to college. Clarke went to New York. Bellamy went to California. I stacked the rose on top of the box.

  "May we meet again."

 There it was. All my lives put away in a little box on my living room floor. It was hard to believe so much had happened in only an hour. I wasn't sure what I was going to do with the box or if it would just magically disappear like it had appeared on my doorstep. Either way, it didn't matter. I still had one thing left to do. 

 I glanced at the pink landline. I used to be afraid of that stupid thing, with it's sparkly heart stickers. It was always daring me to call the person I wanted to talk to most, yet he wouldn't answer. But something told me that this time he would. So, I picked up the phone and dialed his number. 

 I took the chance. And this time fate had nothing to do with it.