Bellarke One-shots

Pure

   The river, Clarke's safe spot. When all was wrong in the world, Clarke would go to the river. The river was calming, giving her a sense of hope somehow. That if earth can go through a nuclear war and this river can become pure, maybe so could she.

   However today, she wasn't sure if even the river could make her feel better. Her nuclear war felt like it would have permanent effects.

   Everyone has someone, someone to rely on, someone to hold, someone to kiss. She thought she did. She thought she had Finn, but boy was she wrong. Of course there was someone else, because everyone already had someone. She showed up too late to the party to find one for herself. It was just her. It was too late to change that, she knew that. Everyone knew that. She just wished it wasn't true.

   She sat down at the bank, hoping that the river could take her tears for her. But the salt wasn't pure enough for the drinking water, not even the river wanted her.

   So she let it all out, putting her head in her  hands, ashamed of herself for getting so worked up for something she couldn't control. The loneliness. Some people are made for it. She was independent, she was strong, but she wished she didn't have to be that way all the time. She hid her face, not wanting to face this world anymore. She wanted it all to stop. The fighting to survive, the leadership, the loneliness. She wished it would all just go away.

   Bellamy could tell Clarke was upset, but he couldn't tell what about. She looked tired, but more than just physically. She looked drained. If he could bare it for her, he would. But he was too scared to ask her what's wrong.

   So instead, he followed her out those gates of camp. The camp where she looked half conscious to what was going on around her. Like only half of her was there, as if she was missing a piece. Maybe she was.

   He watched as she sat down by the river and out her head in her hands, hearing her muffled sobs. He didn't know if he should go to her, or leave her be. But for some reason, he sensed being alone is the opposite of what she needed, even if that's what she asked for.

   He walked up slowly purposefully stepping on a stick so it cracked loud enough for to hear, to know that he was here. She whipped her head around, tense until she saw his eyes. Out of all the eyes in the camp, she liked his the most. She really liked drawing them. They always had a way of relaxing her.

   Bellamy watched as she visibly relaxed once they made eye contact. He walked up and sat next to her. Bringing his legs to his chest and watching the river go by. It's amazing that after everything this planet has gone through, this river could purify itself.

   "Clarke," he broke the silence, turning to look at her, but she played with the rocks below them.

   "I'm fine." She says monotonously.

   "Spoken like someone who isn't." He replies which earns him a half hearted smile. Everything seems to be half with her. Like only half of her was here, she seemed empty, but Bellamy couldn't put a finger on it.

    "Please talk to me." He says quietly, voice barely above a whisper and she finally looks up at him. Along in his facial features, noticing it had started to rain slightly on them. But she couldn't feel anything anymore, everything looked grey to her. She was only half here.

  "Why do you care?" She asks quietly, not intending it to be harsh whatsoever.

  "Because I care about you." He says and she laughs. Not a real laugh, another fake one. Another half there value.

  "No you don't." Bellamy was taken aback, did she really not think he cared about her. Even when they argued he could never hate her. She was too good to be hated. To pure.