The Slowest Burn - Bellarke

Let me come with you

*How "may we meet again" should have gone*

Clarke Griffin was broken. Completely and utterly broken.

She had done something... unspeakable.

As the group trudged back to Arkadia though, Clarke couldn't help but feel a small sense of happiness. Her people were safe, and she had saved them.

But for every speck of happiness she felt, she felt a mountain of guilt. It was crushing her. The image of those people, screaming, crying for mercy.

She shut her eyes, and a tear fell down her cheek.

With everyone around her too occupied to notice, Clarke revelled in the pain.

She deserved this.

She watched her people walk inside the gates.

Finally she felt some relief. Her people were safe, she could finally stop worrying about them.

Her mum was safe.

Her friends were safe.

Bellamy was safe.

She looked up, wiping her eyes, to see Bellamy.

He was standing at the gate, ushering their people back to safety.

She was so glad he was okay.

She'd sent him in there, in a moment of anger, and she'd regretted every minute of it.

Love wasn't weakness. Love was what made being alive worth it. Love is what made the people of Mount Weather's sacrifice worth it.

Or at least that's what Clarke was trying to tell herself.

Clarke was distracted for a moment when Monty approached her.

He too, she assumed was feeling the weight of their actions.

"Are you okay?" He asked her, his voice timid.

Clarke exhaled. "Sure." She said, forcing a smile.

"Our people are safe, why wouldn't I be okay?"

Monty frowned.

"Clarke this isn't your fault." He said earnestly.

"Then why does it feel like it is?" She joked.

"Because you're a good person." He replied, pulling her into a hug.

She hugged back, feeling tears in her eyes, but containing them.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Any time." Monty whispered, giving her a sad smile.

Pulling his jacket tightened around him, Monty left, smiling weakly at Bellamy as he approached.

Clarke's heart raced.

Sure Monty had been there, but it was her and Bellamy who had pulled the lever and killed those people. Hundreds of people.

Clarke felt weak.

Bellamy Blake approached Clarke, he knew how much she had to be hurting.

She was a healer, however bad it was for him, it was 100 times worse for her.

His mind reeled as he tried to think of what to say to her. Something, anything to make it better.

Finally he was beside her.

"I think we deserve a drink." He joked.

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

He thought to himself.