"It's not my fault she doesn't love you!", Lexa screams, shaking Bellamy. This argument had felt as though it had been going on for hours, but only now had Bellamy ever really felt pain.
"What did you just say to me?", he said. Lexa took a deep breath before continuing,
"I said, stop blaming me for what happened with Clarke, it is not MY fault that she doesnt love you". Bellamy took a few steps back before sitting down on the bed. He brought his face to his hands and tried to remain calm as best as he could,
"How could you do that to me Lexa ? I thought you knew- I mean isn't it obvious ? How could you not know that I'm in love with her ?", he confesses, Lexa sheds a tear, in the back of her mind she did know, she knew that if she slept with Clarke, her and Bellamy could never be friends again.
"Well you never told me. I wasn't sure... And maybe I'm in love with her too, okay ? Like I said, it isn't my fault", she says and then storms out of the room leaving Bellamy alone to his thoughts. He grabs a framed picture from his desk, inside there's a picture of Clarke and him. He would always keep the frame face down on the desk so that nobody would ever see it, he didn't want anyone to know that he was in love with his best friend. He stared at the picture for such a long time; minutes, maybe hours, he had lost track.... He had lost the love of his life. He had so many chances to be with her, but he was too afraid. It wasn't Lexa's fault, or even Clarke's...... it was his. And he knew that. And he would have to live with that for the rest of his life.
SORRY IVE BEEN DEAD, UMMM LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK AND TELL ME IF YOU WANT ME TO DO MORE ONE SHOTS ?
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