I'll Be Waiting

Chapter 13 One Last

Bellamy P.O.V

I awaited for an answer anxiously. I didn't want to do this, but there was no other way I could stay close to her without dragging her down.

"Clarke?" I asked.

Her eyes were pained, and she struggled to speak."Y-yes."

I swallowed. She said yes, she said yes. I felt as if I had been crushed by a truck. This was what was best for her, but I hadn't expected her to agree. "Okay, wel-"

"Wait," Clarke interrupted me. I met her eyes as she continued to speak."Before, before we 'restart,' whatever that means, I need you to do one thing for me."

My eyebrows drew together. "What do you want me to do?"

She took in a deep breath, and stood up."Not here."

I stood and began to follow her back to her dorm. When we arrived, she locked the door. She turned to me.

"If we're going to restart then," she looked down at her hands."Give me one last kiss."

I watched her, shocked and surprised. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. "Clarke, I don't think that's a good idea."

Clarke sat on one of the beds, and buried her head in her hands. "I know Bellamy, I know it's not." Silence overcame the room. The point of the restart was so that we could forget. If I kissed her now, I wasn't sure if I would even be able to pretend I was okay with this. I was almost positive I wouldn't be able to be around her without pulling her to me, and pressing my lips against hers.

Clarke finally glanced up from her hands. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, making my heart ache painfully. I hated when she cried, especially if it was my fault. Watching her frown made me feel like I needed to make her laugh. Watching her cry felt as if someone had ripped my heart out my chest and stomped on it. I stepped closer to her, and then kneeled in front of her. I cupped her face in my hands.

"Please don't cry Clarke." I told her softly. She pursed her lips and her eyebrows drew together slightly as she tried to keep in tears. Her stormy eyes held my gaze.

"Bellamy, I know it's not a good idea." Her voice was quiet, but unwavering. She sniffed, and flipped her hair back slightly as she tilted her chin up to stare at the ceiling."Trust me I do."

I drew circles on her cheek with my thumb. She moved her eyes back to mine.

"But I just- I need us to do this." Her voice was solemn."One last kiss Bellamy. One last kiss, and then," she paused looking away briefly before taking a deep breath with closed eyes. She opened her eyes, and met mine once more."And then we can restart. Then we can forget about, everything. Then I can forget about everything." Her eyes portrayed a heart breaking sadness."Both the good and the bad. Just one last kiss and we can start from the beginning Bellamy. That is all I'm asking for, one last kiss."

Clarke P.O.V
As much as I had wished these past few months to forget about all the reasons I had been hurting, I didn't want to forget the good times with Bellamy. I would never want that, no matter how badly it hurt to remember them. I knew Bellamy thought he was going to drag me down with him, I didn't. I didn't, because I knew he would succeed in whatever he did. He just had that special something which wasn't found easily, and which allowed him to be as great and go as far as he wanted. That was yet another reason I loved him.

I wanted to be with Bellamy, I needed to be with Bellamy as much as I needed to breath. I knew that couldn't happen though, at least not anymore. If I couldn't be with him, then I just wanted one thing. One thing to hold onto, only one. Then, and only then could I even begin to pretend to be okay with this, because then-as I said-
I could have something to hold onto, something to keep me going day to day.

Nervously I waited for Bellamy to say something, anything at all. He continued to rub circles on my cheek with his thumb.

"Okay," He whispered."One last kiss." Slowly he began to lean in, I could feel the heat radiating off of him. He stopped leaning in, centimeters away from my lips. My eyes flickered up to his gorgeous deep brown eyes. Then they scanned his face, taking in every single detail. I took in his freckles which were smattered across his nose. I took in his perfect eyebrows, his chiseled jaw, his long eyelashes, his forming five o'clock shadow right below his nose, and also his beautifully made lips.

Finally, my lips met his. Our mouths moved in sync, perfectly melding into each other's. As always, he tasted like pure bliss. I found myself intoxicated by his aroma, as my hands traveled into his hair, getting tangled in his curls. I pulled him closer, as his hands wandered down to my shoulders, then to my hips. He stood up, pulling me to my feet with him, not breaking away.

I moved my hands to his shoulders, and he broke away for a split second to turn his head slightly, and deepen the embrace. Progressively, we became more desperate and our lips moved quicker, with more passion than before. As they did I realized I had missed him much, much more than I had thought. It wasn't just the physical aspect of this, it was all the emotions which charged this previously small peck, into something a lot more intense; into something fervorous .

I wasn't just enjoying this moment, I was living this moment. I loved him so much, and with this I could prove that he was still in love with me, because this wasn't a want that came with lust, this was a need which came with true love. His hands traveled up and down my back, as mine gripped his shoulders tightly. We walked backwards, eventually hitting the bed. Bellamy pulled me off the floor, and gently laid me on the bed.

We changed positions, so know I was hovering over him. I never wanted this to end, because once it did we had to forget. I would have to forget, about all this. We had to forget about all the bad, all the good, and all the love we shared. I didn't want to though, I didn't want to. I heard my door handle jiggle, and I knew this would be over too soon. I heard the door start to unlock, and so did Bellamy. We broke apart, and sat up just as the door opened.

Camilo, Octavia, and Sasha walked in, freezing at the sight of us- disheveled and out of breath.

"Um, were we interrupting something?" Sasha eyed us warily.

I swallowed,"Uh, can you give us a moment." She nodded, and they all exited the room, closing the door behind them. Bellamy and I looked at each other.

Bellamy extended a hand."Hello, I am Bellamy Blake."

I shook his hand."Hi, I'm Clarke Griffin."

In that moment, I felt my broken heart shatter.

Lluvia P.O.V

I sat on my couch, typing away and filling out my resume. Special skills..hmm. Ooo! I was bilingual, that was a skill right? Hmmm, what else could I put? Oh I know, I was a black belt in karate so that could work. And accents, I always loved doing those. Quick study should work too.

As I finished typing up my skills I let out a "hmp." It was so quiet without Max and her group. They had only stayed a night, but it had made the apartment much less lonely.

Sighing, I pulled out my phone. I might as well call my brother to check in on him, I felt bad for not doing so bedorehand. As the line rang I saved my resume and clicked the email of an acting acency. Sure a lot of people sent their resumes in hopes of getting an agent, but it was worth a shot.

"Hello?"

"Bellamy! How are you setrling into New York?" I asked, genuinely curious.

I heard him chuckle. "Pretty good Raindrop, but I'm busy right now. So I'll talk to you later okay?"

"Okay," I smiled. "Bye Bye." I hung up and clicked send on my laptop.