The 100: Fan fiction

He stood there for 5 full minutes after she had left. She had just walked off after say “May we meet again.” He stood there remembering her soft lips brushing against his cheek.

He understood why she was leaving. But he still didn’t want her to go. They had been together through thick and thin, from the very beginning, granted at first they weren’t always on the same side of an argument. But he loved her. He loved her not just in a romantic way, he just loved her.

He took off at a full sprint after Clarke.

“Clarke!” he shouted. “Clarke!”

He had to find her. “I’ve lost so many people, I will not lose her too.” he though to himself.

“Clarke! Where are you?”

He was scanning the trees looking for her when he spotted her on top of a small hill. He took off towards her.

As soon as he reached her he grabbed her into a huge bear hug, and he didn’t let go.

“Bellamy, what are you doing?” she asked him, she couldn’t even look into his eyes. Only in the general vicinity of his chin.

“I’m not letting you go anywhere without me Clarke. I know why you think you have to leave. If that’s what you have to do then I’m going with you.”

“No! I have to do this by myself. The others need you too, Raven, Jasper, and Monty . And Octavia! You wouldn’t leave Octavia.”

“We can figure it out. I’m not letting you go again Princess. I am tired of everyone leaving. I’m tired of not being with the people I love. I am tired of being tired! I want one week Clarke. Come back for one week and see how everything goes. Please.”

She looked at him now. Dead in the eyes, studying his face, thinking.

“One day. I’ll stay for one day.”

“Three” He countered.

“Two.” she said.

Then she started walking back to the camp. Two days. Two days to convince her to stay. To convince her that he needed her. He could do it. He would do it. Nothing could stop him.