// The 100 FanFiction - A Bellarke FanFiction // 〰 A Wattpad featured story 〰 // Winner of the Wattys award: Fanfiction Feels // The day that Clarke Griffin leaves is the day that Bellamy Blake loses a part of himself that he never knew existed. Without her, he is nothing. Without her, he lets himself fall into oblivion. Weeks after her decision not to return, Bellamy is forced to go find her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *All characters belong to The CW & Kass Morgan*

Leaving wasn't an easy decision. Leaving Bellamy was just as hard. But Clarke knew it was in everyone's best interest for her to part ways with her group. She couldn't bare to let the people she hurt see her sorrowful face everyday. To them, her face was someone they had loss. It was a reminder of all the dreadful times they had endured. Of all the people that had sacrificed themselves to keep this group alive. No one wanted to be reminded of those times everyday of their lives. So she left. And the first to know was Bellamy. He could have stopped her, but even he knew the weight that bared down on her tired shoulders. Clarke had once fallen into a trap in which Bellamy had caught her, saving her life. And it seems that ever since then, he's been holding on tightly to her. As if she were his heartbeat. As if he couldn't live without her. But when Clarke decided to leave, he knew what had to be done. He knew he had to let go, and when he did, his heart was ripped from his chest. Bellamy Blake is now a soulless body, wandering around the world without morals. He's alive, but he's not living. And Clarke isn't any better. She tells herself that what she did was the right thing to do- the only thing she could do. She lies to herself each day. "Love is weakness." She lives by this statement. And each time she begins to think about the group, her friends, him... She repeats those bitter words over and over until her brain begins to pound against her thick skull. "You want forgiveness? Fine I'll give it to you; you're forgiven." Bellamy thinks about what he could've said differently. He thinks about all the other scenarios that could've happen but didn't. Those words will forever haunt him. They've been absorbed into his brain and are on constant repeat. Like a broken record replaying the worst day of your life. It never stops. Two broken souls, haunted by memories. Two hearts without a beat. The simple fix? Each other.