At last

Chapter three

Clarke's point of view

I sat down on the log, peering at the shadowed ship in the distance. I quickly shook my head clear of my worries, reassuring myself with the exact words that I used to comfort Madi,
"They won't find us. There's no way they've been able to track us all the way back here on foot. We're safe."
I drew my eyes from that cursed ship and pulled out my radio, reaching over to readjust my satellite dish.
I looked up to the night sky, searching the stars as if I was able to see the ring nestled somewhere among those small white specks.
As if I was able to see Bellamy.
I then carried out the action that had grown the most familiar to me in these last six years: clicking on the radio and raising it to my mouth.
"Hey again, Bellamy. I know what you're thinking: "You're radioing me twice in one day? You must be pretty desperate!"" I paused. I'd meant for that to be a joke, but I suddenly realized the cold truth of those words. I confessed in a quiet tone, "And, truthfully, I am." I cleared my throat.
"But there's another reason why I radioed."
I was halted from continuing by a sound that completely threw me off guard: a small crackle.
I stared, heart pounding, at my radio as the crackling grew louder.
Finally, the crackling ended with a word uttered by an all-to-familiar voice that I hadn't heard in six years. The voice that I've been wanting to hear most.
"Hello?"
Waves of all kinds of emotions were sweeping through my body, screaming in my head: shock, relief, happiness, but most of all, disbelief.
I quickly fumbled to get a proper grip on my radio, pressing down the button with shaky fingers.
I slowly raised the radio to my currently dry mouth, his name rolling off my tongue just like it used to, "Bellamy?"
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Bellamy's point of view

I am filled with confusion, shock and disbelief as I replay her voice over again. Sure she just said my name. But it was special. It was special because she said it. 'But It can't be her. She is dead. But maybe she isn't.'
I push down the button allowing her to hear my voice, stuttering as her name exits my mouth.
"Cla-clarke?"
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Clarke's point of view

Oh my God. It was him. It was most definitely Bellamy. He was alive!
Overwhelming waves of relief and joy surged through my body. I covered by mouth with my hand to stifle a sob of happiness.
Then a thought occurred to me: Bellamy just spent six years believing I was dead. He probably thinks he's hallucinating or something. I need to convince him that it's actually me, that his mind isn't playing tricks on him.
I clicked the button again, tears of joy still streaming down my face.
"Yeah, it's me. You were right; the nightblood solution worked. I'm still alive. God," I let out a small laugh, "you have no idea how badly I've wanted to hear your voice again."
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Bellamy's point of view

It can't be her. I'm just hallucinating again. Or am I? I walk back into my room and close the door quietly behind me, listening to her speak. Once she finishes I hold the radio up to my mouth again. I pause before I hold down the button on the side.
"Is it really you?"