May We Meet Again

Part 7

||Jasper||

I wake up early, get dressed, and sneak out of the gates by dawn. I know two things- one, I need to find Clarke, and two, I need to cry and beg her to come back. How hard could it be?

It's daytime, and I've been tracking her for hours now. The tracker still hasn't moved, so I've been assuming she's either sleeping, or worse case senerio, dead. I'm getting closer and closer, until I'm only a mile away. I walk numbly, thinking about Mia's final smile. How her eyes still were bright, even when she was in so much pain. How much I loved her, and how she shouldn't of died. How she should have came back with me, and I would have donated bone marrow to her and we could live together for-
And then I saw her. I was so focused on Mia, that I stumbled upon Clarke. She lay on the ground, unmoving. Oh god. Oh god. No, No, No, No. This can't be happening. I lean down, and roll her onto her back. Her face is pale, and he mouth only moves a little bit. She's freezing, and fading fast. What to do... what am I going to do.... This is bad. How do I.. and then I had of an idea. With out thinking, because I knew I wasn't going to do it if I thoght about it, I dropped the tracker controller and I kissed her. Well, not really kissed her, gave her CPR. I felt her jolt awake and push me off. She stared at me in shock.
"What the hell Jasper?! What are you doing here?!" Stick with the plan!
Think!
"I'm sorry Clarke... I thought you were dead. I wasn't thinking straight." Her eyes softened a little.
"How did you find me?" She asks warily. Oh, crap- didn't think this one through.
"Uhhh... I was collecting wood for the camp and I stumbled upon you laying there. What happened?" She scanned her surroundings.
"I'm not really sure- I think I passed out." I decide I might as well tell her the news.
"Clarke.. I kind of lied about why I was out here." she raised an eyebrow.
"Okay.. what really happened?" I decide to risk it, and I pick up the tracker.
"When we walked back from mount weather, Raven slipped a tracking device in your hood." She reached in behind her hood, and like behold was a little chip.
"Why?" She asked.
"Because.. um.." I pause and then blurt- "I don't know, but that's not important. You need to come back to-"
"No." She interupts.
"Clarke, you have to come back.."
"I can't.." she replies. Then I just say the lie with as much forced fear as I could manage.
"They found Bellamys body today at the rear of the camp! Rumour has it, he killed himself." I put my head down. She's silent for a moment.
"What?" She says, her voice on the verge of tears.
"I'm sorry Clarke.." I lift my head up and she dives into my arms, embracing my shoulders. She cries into my coat, her sobs breaking my heart bit by bit. But there really was no other way. "will you come back...?" I ask gently.
"Yes... I'll come back." she's quiet.
"And I think I'll stay."

•Clarke•

We walk back to Camp Jaha, tears rolling down both our faces. He's dead. Bellamy Blake is dead. Gone. This only makes me cry harder, and fall to my knees. Jasper leans down and picks me up like a baby, and carried me the rest of the way like a kid who lost her doll. When we arrive back, I am greeted my many people, some I have only spoken to at least once, who embraced me and told me they were very sorry. I then walk over to the tent that picked flowers are scattered around, and my mother walks out, putting a small empty bottle into her pocket. Her face is emotionless, but makes my face almost light up and I jump into her arms.
"Mom!" I yelp. She hugs me back immediatly and I dig my face into her shoulder. She smoothes my hair, and I can feel her crying too. We stand there for what seemed to be forever, no words exchanged. After a while, my mother breaks away. She smiles through her tears, and cups my face with her hands.
"Do you want me to go in with you?" She asks gently. I shake my head.
"No- I'll be okay." Then I turn away, and face the tent entrance. With one deep breath, I move the tent flap over and step inside.

The areas warm, and smells like medicine and pine. At the back of the small tent, is a table, with the unmistakeable body of a shirtless Bellamy. I stumble over, and fall to my knees. Funny, Finn is the first thing that I think of. If Bellamy killed himself, then that could only meant two things- he was too overwhelmed by guilt, or he couldn't stand that I had left. If it's option two.. then that means I have killed two people that I was in love with. This only makes me cry harder, and I take his limp hand and hold it in mine.
"Until our final journey to the ground....." I paused and let the tears roll down my cheeks. Then took all of my courage I had and wispered, "May we meet again, Bellamy Blake..." Then I kissed his forehead, and stayed there with my lips against his warm skin.