Clarke's POV
I run back to the bus station. When I get there, I get on a bus to Washington DC. The bus ride is about two hours long. This gives me time to think.
Did I expect Bellamy to wait for me? No. So why does it hurt so much? I love him. Does he still love me? Tears fill my eyes, as I get swallowed by all the thoughts.
I don't leave the house the next couple days. I probably never would have, if I didn't need to eat. I throw on some sweatpants, and a t-shirt. I walk to the store across the street from my apartment building.
"Hey," Harper says, as I walk into the store. "You're alive."
She was in prison with me . Now, she has moved into my apartment building and works at this store.
"Yep," I say, only stopping for a second, then walk to the back of the store.
I grab some chips, a couple boxes of mac and cheese, and some packs of ramen noodles. I pass by Harper again, as I'm walking to check out. I swear that girl is following me. I check out, and walk back to my place. Getting back to my place, I throw the groceries on the table, and make some mac and cheese. After I make my dinner, I sit on the couch and watch some TV.
I flip through the channels, and stop on this one show. I recognize the show, from when I watched the pilot, a couple years ago. In the show, there's a girl, who is skeptical about leading group of people. The intro starts and I remember the show. The 100.
I watch until the end, then clean the bowl I used. It isn't that late, but I still crawl into my bed. My mids starts to go ever which way, until it decides I should call him. I try to talk myself out of it, but it's too late. The receiver clicks, as Bellamy picks up the other line.
"Hello?" he asks.
I don't say anything.
"Who is this? I can hear you breathing into the phone."
I finally decide to say something.
"It's Clarke."
"Clarke?" his voice is quite, like he doesn't want Gina to hear. "You're out of prison?"
"Yeah," I say, trying to make a normal conversation. "I have been for a couple days now."
"Why didn't you call?"
"I don't know." I hesitate. "Do you want to maybe meet and check up?"
That question took all the strength I had.
"I can't." he says, with almost no emotion in his voice. "Clarke, I'm married."
I start to cry. I already knew that, but I can feel my heart break again. Before another one of us says something, I hang up the phone. I get back in my bed, and cry. I mean, what else should I do?
