An Ocean For Me To Drown: Bellarke One Shots

Rekindle

Clarke

I sighed as I boxed up the last bit of my stuff. My heart was heavy and my eyes and nose were raw from wiping them. Because the man I am in love with, obviously isn't who I thought he was.

Last night, Bellamy came home drunk. He had been out with Monty and Murphy, which was a pretty regular thing. But, I don't know, maybe it was because of the ring, maybe the big move, but everything changed. He was angry, he had girls' numbers on napkins, shoved into his pocket, and he just kind of, went off. He started complaining about my make up in the bathroom, that he couldn't even find his own stuff. It escalated pretty quickly and we ended it. After two years of dating. After he bought me the ring I had salivated over. After we planned out engagement announcement.

I loaded the last of my things into the rented truck and did one last sweep of the house. The kitchen, now free of all of our special mugs that I ordered for us, I tossed them in the trash. The bedroom, stripped of my blue and gray sheets, he would have to pull out his old ones. The bathroom, empty of all traces of me, except the pair of earrings he bought me for Christmas. I didn't want them now. The living room now only had his two recliners. My couches were loaded. I took all of the pictures of us and left the empty frames. I hid all the photos in a box and stuffed it in the storage closet. I couldn't quite burn them, yet. I took off my ring and walked back into the bedroom. I sat the ring on the night stand by my side of the bed. I didn't need it now anyways..
I took the house key off of my key ring and left it in the bowl. I locked the door and slammed it shut behind me, along with all of my pain, fear, love, and heart break.

Bellamy

"Bell, please tell me this is all a sick joke. Please tell me that you did not fucking go off on Clarke! Tell me right now. Tell me that she's at home!" Octavia shouted at me. I didn't blame her, though.

"No. It's not a joke! Look all this stuff was said and she said she would go. She's leaving. Whatever. I didn't need to get married at twenty two years old."

"M-married?" Octavia asked.

Now's as good a time as any to drop that bomb. "Yeah. Clarke had been staring at these ridiculous engagement rings online and I bought it and she said yes. We were going to have pictures done and then tell everyone. Which reminds me, I need to call that lady back."

"Bell," O sighed. "Do you love her? Did you love her?"

"O, please don't make this worse than it has to be. Yes. Otherwise I wouldn't have been with her. But we both want different things and we're over now. It's done." I sighed and turned, leaving her apartment to head home.

The drive home seemed to take forever and I was torn. Did I want her to still be there? Still packing so I could change her mind? Did I want her gone for good? Did I want her to be stubborn and refuse to go? To force us to make it work? Hell after last night, the things I said, the way I yelled, I would've left.

I didn't know if I was happy or mad or upset when I pulled up to an empty yard. Her car was gone. Maybe it was a good thing. She and I just want different futures.

I unlocked the front door and took in the house. It seemed... Bare. Her couches and books, all gone. Where we used to watch TV and I would massage her feet while we watched dumb shows together and judged everyone. I went to the kitchen to grab some soda. I opened the cabinet to grab a cup, but my mug wasn't there. The ones that Clarke had made for us. They had our silly faces on them. I sighed and looked around, my eyes landing on the trash can, and mugs. I reached in and picked them up. Hers was broken in half and the handle was broken. Mine was just chipped a little. I sat them on the counter. I couldn't throw them back in the trash just yet. That's when I noticed all of the picture frames. They were all stacked on the floor, but they were all empty. Every picture of us was gone.