Bellamy's POV
2 weeks later
"Bellamy can you go see if we got any mail?" Gina ask, trying to put Finn to bed.
"Sure," I say, walking to the door.
I walk to the end of our driveway and retrieve a stack of letters. Browsing through the letters, I trip on the stair. I start to pick them up, when one letter catches my eye. I flip it over, to reveal that it's from Clarke. Opening the envelope, I stand up, and lean against the door frame.
Bellamy,
I know you don't want anything to do with me, but I can't stop thinking about you. You're married I get that. But I just need closure. So, if you have even the slightest bit of feelings for me, meet me at our spot, Tuesday night. Meet me at the drawbridge. And if you don't come by 9:15, I'll-
The last word is seared into my brain. Today's Tuesday. I look at my watch. It reads 9:08.
"I have to go," I yell into the house. "Work emergency."
Before Gina can even respond, I've reached my car. I climb in, and dial Clarke's number. No answer. I rush down the road, as fast as I can. I call her again. Again, there's still no answer. I pull up to the bridge. It is up. I call her once again, and this time she answers.
"Clarke?" I ask, looking around for her. "Where are you?"
No response. I spot a shape starting to climb the ladder like figure, embedded into the concrete.
"Clarke," I say running to the bridge. "You don't need to do this."
"Yes I do," she says, after a few seconds of silence.
I start to climb after her, struggling to hold my phone. By the time I get half way up, she has almost reached the top.
"Clarke, stop." I say, desperately. "I-I still love you."
She actually stops. I smile, and continue to climb to her. Right before I reach her, she climbs up unto the top of the bridge.
"Clarke," I say joining her.
"I have to do this," she says, crying. "Bellamy, please just go."
"But I want to be with you," I lie. "I only married Gina because of Finn, you're the one I want to be with."
"Really?" She says, looking up at me.
"Yes," I say kissing her.
After a few moments, we pull apart to breath.
"Come on," I say. "We should go."
She nods, as she looks down at her feet, ashamed.
She puts her hand in mine, and we start towards the stairs.
"Get them down from there," a voice from the control room yells.
The bridge bounces a little bit, and we stop walking to catch our balance. Then, the bridge bounces again. It's bigger this time, and causes us to fall into the water below.
