Romeo and Juliet

Chapter One

"Clarke." Bellamy's voice was hoarse, and he clearly hadn't been getting sleep in the past week that Clarke had been arrested. "Are you okay, are they feeding you? I'm going to get you out of here."

"No, Bellamy- don't do anything. You're over eighteen, I'm not going to be the reason you're floated. They're..." Clarke's voice broke, and she hugged Bellamy tighter. "My birthday's in a week, Bellamy. They won't let me back out, not with my knowledge. If I don't see you again-"

"Clarke. Don't use your goodbye voice. You'll be reviewed, your mom's from the council. You won't get floated." Clarke shivered in his touch, and let tears roll down her face.

She had been in the Skybox for a week. Her father was floated two days ago. "No, I'll- I'll see my dad again... they killed him. It was- it was Wells, it was all Wells. I thought I could trust him." She sobbed, and he only pulled her closer, humming the tune of a greek hymn he had drawn her to sleep with when she stayed with him, which was frequent- due to her mother.

"You can trust me. You're not going to die, Clarke. You're not going to die."

"How do you know? We're all meant to die. This could just be my time, Bellamy." Clarke nodded, believing her words, and entwining her fingers with his in a sick dance of tragedy. "I love you. You know that. I love... tell Octavia I love her too. I'm sorry I couldn't finish that dress for her."

"Clarke. You will. You're going to finish it, and we'll have our own dance in your room. Solar flare and everything." Bellamy reassured her, but she shook her head, looking in his eyes.

"They were talking about floating me this week. I heard. I want them to, Bellamy. I want it." Clarke admitted, and Bellamy felt his vision whip towards her.

"Clarke, don't talk like that. You will get out of here, you'll see O again. You're not dying. Don't talk like that, please." Bellamy pleaded, kissing her hand and looking out of the small cell's window.

"We both know I'm not getting out of here. They're not going to let me out with what I know, Bellamy." Clarke whispered in his ear, falling into his chest on the small bed. The cell was ugly, and small. No place for a princess. "I want you to move on. I don't want you to wait decades until I get out." Clarke muttered softly, her breath falling against his chest.

"I'm waiting for the rest of my life, Clarke. Don't you dare think anything else." Bellamy replied, a harsh aftertaste in his voice. He squeezed Clarke's hand, and hummed a song to her, assuring her it would be okay.

"I'm telling you, I heard them talking about floating me. They don't want me to say anything. I'll start a panic." Clarke cried, hiding herself in the crook of Bellamy's neck, her tears hydrating his skin. "Bellamy, if they don't fix the oxygen... they're going to turn the oxygen off here first. The heat is already off at night here."

"I'll bring you a blanket. Your mom is on the council, she'll stop it." Clarke shook her head, only crying louder after Bellamy spoke. "I promise, I will not let anything happen to you. In the meantime..."

Bellamy pulled a bag of colored pencils and chalk out, along with Clarke's sketchbook from their habitat. "I paid off the guards to let you have them."

"Bellamy... how much did you use?" She asked, sitting up, and grasping her hands around the chalk like it was magic. "Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too." Clarke shook a piece of chalk, getting the fallout from the stick.

"Can you sign somewhere? I can look at it while I'm in here." Bellamy nodded, taking the chalk from her and facing the wall behind him. With Clarke's help, he drew a heart, and wrote each of their names, putting a + in between. "What did I do to deserve you?"

"Exist."