Bellamy's POV
Do I feel bad about Clarke going to prison? Yes. I shouldn't, but I still care about her. I don't want to go back home. Instead, I drive in the opposite direction. I don't realize where I'm going, until I pull into the parking lot. I step out of my car and take a deep breath. I stand on the shore of the beach, where I proposed to Clarke. I smile, as I think of all the memories.
"Bellamy, stop" Clarke yells, as I playfully throw sand at her.
"Sure."
Then I run and push her into the water. We fall on our backs, and feel the waves wash over us. I look into Clarke's eyes.
"I love you," I say.
"I know," Clarke says, kissing me.
"Marry me," I say when we finally pull apart for air.
"What?"
"We've been together for a little while now and," I pick up a shell that looks similar to a ring. "marry me."
I come back to reality, when a tear falls down my face. I lay on the beach for another hour or so, watching the sunset. Despite the beautiful colors, the feeling of sadness never goes away.
I finally stand up, and wipe all the sand off. I spot a bar across the road, and walk over there. When I walk in, I hear a familiar sound.
It's Clarke's favorite song. I wipe a tear from my eye, and start drinking. I know this is a bad way to forget about her, but it's the only way I've got.
Clarke's POV
I've never been to prison. All the times before this one, I went to juvie, because I was under 18. This time, I'm 18 and 7 months. The bus ride over here was better, now that I've made a friend. I step out of the bus, and stand with the others from the bus.
After being shown around, and assigned our bunks, a guard comes up to me.
"Clarke Griffin?" she ask.
"Yes."
"Come with me."
"Where are we going?" I say as I follow them.
"Your court ordered anger management class."
