Author's note:

I'm back with a new story. And I will try not to abandon this one.

I got this idea when I was listening to Diamond heart by Alan Walker & Sophia Somajo. I was like omg what if we actually could have hearts made of diamond, how cool and amazing that would be. So, I decided that I wanted to write a story about this. The song is about one not being able to get heartbroken because they have a heart made of diamond. As you will see throughout the story I decided to change that. Diamond heart or not, everyone can get heartbroken.
Although there are a few perks. Another thing is that all these things a DH can do is not new things, what I mean is that I got inspiration from different kind of supernatural creatures therefore some of the things could be familiar.

I actually doesn't know if this already exist somewhere but if you do know somewhere there are stories about diamond hearts than please tell me so I can look them up. Id also like to add that english isn't my native language and I don't have a beta so...

Now without further ado, let's get started.

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Summary:

"Do you know each other?" Raven repeated, confusion written all over her face. She wanted to say yes. But did she know him? She did know a Bellamy Blake, four years ago. Hell, she was in love with a Bellamy Blake. But that was years ago. Clarke tried to clear her mind and remember why she was there in the first place. He opened his mouth as if he was about to answer Raven's question but she beat him to it.

"We used to." After a beat she added "Not anymore." He shut his mouth and she saw a flash of what looked like disappointment on his face but she must have imagined it. Because he didn't care, she reminded herself. He was the one who left.

Clarke comes home again, after being away for one and a half year in Paris. The plan was simple, three steps:
1. Come home
2. Avenge the death of many beautiful souls.
3. Forget the past and move on.

Very simple, yet she only managed the first one. When a very handsome blast from the past comes back into her life. Everything changes. Suddenly all her scars and wounds reopen. She has to learn to how to forgive and forget. The forgiving part comes easy. But how does she learn to forget, trust and love again?

Thought I found a way

Thought I found a way, yeah

But you never go away

So I guess I gotta stay now

- Lovely by Billie Eilish, Khalid

Homecoming

She was sitting in the backyard near their semi-big pool with a sketchbook and a pen in her hands. It was a late evening in august and the sky was shining in different colours, perfect for sketching. She flipped thru her sketchpad, it was full of drawings, a lot of them was from her time in Paris, Raven, Wells and a bunch of other things she felt like drawing. There was one of the drawings that caught her eye, it was one of him. Even after all these years she could still find herself starting a sketch and suddenly, there, on the paper was the outline of a certain handsome face that she constantly tried to forget. She flipped to a blank page before all the memories came flooding back. With a deep breath she started sketching the view in front of her.

"What are you up to?" A voice startled her. She turned her head to the sound of the voice and in the doorway was Raven, standing with a drink in her hand.

"Just sketching." She answered, turning back to her sketch.

"Ruff day?" Raven moved to sit beside Clarke.

"Yeah, what have you been up to all day?"

"Just, meeting up with some old friends. Hanging out with them made me realise how much I actually missed them all."

"Well then it's a good thing we're back home then, right?"

"Yeah, You have to meet them sometime. I think you would really like them, you know you would. Because I only hang out with awesome people." Raven said, bumping her shoulder with Clarke's. Clarke let out a laugh.

"Sure, I'd love to." They sat like that in silence for a while. Clarke sketching and Raven sipping on her drink until she finished it.

"Hey, I'm going up to my room." She said before standing up and going in to the house, heading towards her room.

"Sure." Clarke called after her.

Clarke continued with her sketch, already loving this peaceful evening. She needed these kinds of evenings from time to time. She had just finished pre-med and was soon going to start medical school in september, right now she volunteers at the hospital and sometimes it could be very exhausting. It wasn't that she didn't like it, in fact she loved it. She was a healer, she was born to help and heal all kinds of sickness. But it was after those kinds of shifts at the hospital that she needed these quiet evenings.

When Clarke finished with her sketch, she went back to the kitchen and dug out a can of ice cream. She took it back to the backyard and grabbed her phone on the way. She put on some soft background music while eating her ice cream and enjoying the view. She sat there for what felt like ten minutes but probably was a lot longer, because suddenly her ice cream was finished. It wasn't long after that she heard Raven running down the stairs. Clarke stood up at the same time as Raven was pushing the door open. Raven's eyes were wide and she was clutching her phone in one hand and her red jacket in the other.

"What's going-"

"I need you to do me a favor."

"Sure." She didn't need an explanation she'd do anything for Raven. Clarke took her phone and put it in her back pocket, moving into the house.

"My friend has been shot." Clarke turned around to face Raven again. What friend? The confusion Clarke was feeling must have shown because Raven continued.

"Or more like my friends sister has been shot and they can't go to the hospital, because- it's really complicated. But she was at the wrong place at the wrong time. I told him that I knew a friend that was a healer and could help them." Clarke grabbed her jacket and her medic kit.

"Okay, I'm ready. Let's go" They sprinted to their car and Raven drove them over to her friend's place. Clarke was pretty sure that she was speeding past the limit because the ride took them less than fifteen minutes and she recognized parts of the neighborhood that normally took about 25 minutes to get to from their house. Raven parked her car in front of a semi-big, two stories house before they jumped out and jogged up to the door. Raven knocked on the door and ten seconds later a dark skinned guy, she never met before opened the door.

"Thank God, you're here. He's freaking out." The guy said. Before moving out of the way so Clarke and Raven could walk in.

"They're in the living room." Clarke felt the all familiar smell, it smelled metallic just like blood. It was blood. They continued into the house. She noticed four other guys in the house before.. Before she saw him and froze.

She saw Raven running forward to hug him, he hugged her back. But he had yet to see her. When he let go of Raven and looked up his eyes locked with hers and he froze too.

"Princess?" It was supposed to come out as a statement but it sounded more like a question and there was a lot of disbelief in his voice.

Suddenly everyone else in the room disappeared and it was just the two of them. Blue meeting brown for the first time in four years. He still looked the same, freckles on his face, curls that fell into his eyes and to her frustration he still looked as handsome as he did all those years ago. If not, then even more.

"Clarke?" She blinked and saw that everyone else was staring at them.

"What?"

"I said, do you know each other?" Raven asked, confusion written all over her face. She wanted to say yes. But did she know him? She did know a Bellamy Blake, four years ago. Hell, she was in love with a Bellamy Blake. But that was years ago. Clarke tried to clear her mind to remember why she was there in the first place. He opened his mouth as if he was about to answer Raven's question but she beat him to it.

"We used to." And after a beat she added "Not anymore." He shut his mouth and she saw a flash of what looked like disappointment on his face but she must have imagined it. Because he didn't care, she reminded herself. He was the one who left.

"Let me see her." She said as she tore her eyes off of him and looked at Raven, who looked confused and had a look on her face, her we're talking about this later look. But Clarke choose to ignore that for the moment.

Raven moved to the side and Clarke saw a girl that looked almost her age lying on the couch with a cloth pressed to her arm. Clarke started walking towards the girl and made sure that her shoulder hit his shoulder when she brushed past him. It must have startled him because he stumbled back a little before regaining his posture again and clarke felt a little bit of joy at that.

Clarke was back to doctor mode as she took a seat in front of the girl and inspected her wound. "The bullet didn't go deep, it's just under your skin." She said and the girl nodded. "I'm going to get it out and then stitch it up, okay?" The girl nodded again. Clarke turned to Raven and gave her a silent nod.

"Come on, let's give them some space." Raven said and Clarke turned back to the girl too get the bullet out.

"Bellamy? Come on." She heard Raven say. Clarke wanted to turn around and look at him but she forced herself not to. She could feel his eyes boring into the back of her head. "She's going to be fine, Clarke is good at this." Finally, there were sounds of footsteps leaving the room and Clarke let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding.

She started working on getting the bullet out and started small talking with the girl to distract her from the pain.

"So, what's your name?"

"Octavia."

"Tell me a little about yourself."

They continued talking while Clarke swiftly worked on healing Octavia. Meanwhile Clarke found out that Octavia was Bellamy's little sister. Which was big news to her because Bellamy never mentioned a sister during all the time she had known him. Clarke realised that there must be so many things that she didn't really know about him. Raven had apparently known both of them since they were kids. She found out that Miller was the one that opened the door for them earlier and he was a mundane. The asian guy was Monty and then there was Jasper, they both were half diamonds. The guy who looked like he could kill someone in a heartbeat but still was really bored was Murphy and he was a diamond heart just like her, Raven and Octavia.

Before they knew it, Clarke had taken out the bullet and stitched up Octavia's wound. She gave her some painkillers and told her to take it easy for a few days and that she would come back tomorrow to check up on her. After following Octavia up to her room, Clarke went back down and went into the kitchen. Everyone was sitting around the kitchen table talking to each other with hushed tones, which stopped as soon as she walked into the room. She purposely tried not to look at Bellamy or his eyes and decided instead to fix her eyes at Raven as she spoke.

"I'm done, she's in her room resting. I gave her some painkillers and she should try not to use her arm too much for a few days. I will come back and check on her tomorrow."

" Thanks, really. Thank you" Bellamy answered before anyone else had a chance to say something and that's when she looked at him. He looked relieved and really tired. As if he hadn't slept in days, wich knowing him he probably hadn't. She just nodded, couldn't bring herself to form any words and looked at Raven again.

"Right..um..let's...let's go." Raven said as she stood up. "Well see ya tomorrow, boys." They mumbled a few goodbyes before Clare and Raven took off. A few minutes into the their ride Raven attempted to start a conversation.

"So..You and Bell-"

"Don't." She said as she looked out the window. She didn't want to talk about him or what just happened. She wasn't ready to open up all the feelings and emotions she had locked away. She had finally after years got the courage and strength to close the page in her book that was Bellamy Blake, but now, Raven had reopened that same page again. Clarke wasn't sure she could manage to close the same page for a second time.

As soon as they came home Clarke ran up the stairs and looked herself up in her room. She really didn't feel like talking to Raven or Wells, that probably was home by now. She had just met the guy who broke her heart when she was nineteen. He left, told her she wasn't what he wanted, that he didn't love her the same way she loved him.

It had been almost a week since she first came into the Blakes household and so far the universe was on Clarke's side. The first day she came back she ran in to Bellamy in the kitchen without knowing he was in there. When he tried to talk to her she turned around and practically sprinted up the stairs to Octavia's room. The second day she came by the house, Bellamy wasn't home. So she continued coming the same time hoping that he always would be out the same time, which he was. Clarke didn't want to see him because she didn't know what to say to him, therefore she really enjoys not having to see him everyday.

Or maybe he isn't home because he didn't want to see her everyday. Regardless the reason of why she haven't seen Bellamy the past three days, she liked to pretend that the universe was on her side.

Another very surprising thing was that no one had asked her about it. Not Raven, not Wells, no one and she had a feeling that it wasn't a coincidence that Raven spent most of her days at the blake's but still never talked about it when she came home. Clarke didn't know what Raven was doing here all day and she had a feeling that she did not want to know. Maybe she was just here to catch up on lost time with her old friends, still though no one had that much catching up to do. Perhaps she was just giving Clarke space. But Raven was that kind of person who told you exactly what she thinks about anything, even if you don't want to hear it. Not because she wants to invade on your privacy but because she cares about you, and Clarke definitely feels like Raven has a lot to say on the matter. But she tries to put that thought as far back as possible and just enjoy the calm before the storm.

Clarke had just finished her usual check up on Octavia and she was healing good, the stitches were out and in general everything looked okay. She said goodbye to Octavia and was on her way out when she saw Monty in the kitchen working on something on his computer. Which was odd because there is usually no one home at this time. "Hey Monty." He looked up from his computer.

"Oh Clarke, I didn't knew you were here."

"I was just checking on Octavia. She is all good now, so I don't think I need to do anymore check ups." She said, resting on the door frame.

"Yeah, well, thanks. For everything." He replied with a smile on his lips.

"That's what friends are for right." she replied with a smile. "I'm heading out now so.. I'll see you around." She turned around to leave when Monty stopped her.

"Actually Clarke, wait. Um..so the others wanted us to you know, have a, group meeting. So you can probably stay. They will be here any minute."

"Group meeting?" she asked confused. No one had told her about a group meeting. As if on cue, the front door opened and in came, literally everyone including Raven, Wells and Bellamy. Even Octavia descended from the stairs. Clarke turned her attention back to Monty with a confused look on her face.

"They'll explain." Was the only thing he said before they started entering the kitchen. Clarke moved further in to the kitchen.

"What's going on?" Clarke asked Raven when Monty wouldn't give her any answers.

"Just wait and see." she said and cleared her throat.

"So, we all have our reasons for coming back to Arkadia." Raven started. Which made Clarke uneasy.

"Raven...what are you doing?"

"Just...just hear me out. So we talked and we have plan." Then she stopped to take a deep breath. "We all want to take down mount weather." We? Well obviously Clarke wasn't apart of whatever we she was talking about. Mount weather? seriously. She wasn't actually doing this, right?

"We want the same thing but we can't do it separately. Because then we would draw more suspicion to ourselves and eventually get busted. So, we smash our ideas together and we make Mount weather go boom." After looking out at all of them she asks." So, who's with me?"

"Well, i'm in." Murphy said.

"Count us in." Jasper said, gesturing to himself and Monty.

There was another sets of "I'm in" from Wells, Octavia and Miller. Clarke looked over at Bellamy, praying that he would said no. Because she really did not feel like team working with him and she really hoped he felt the same way. But of course he didn't. He looked her in the eyes and said, "Whatever the hell you want, Reyes" before averting his eyes back to Raven.

Clarke was feeling the anger boiling up inside of her. Raven had just exposed their whole plan, they had been working on this forever and she just wanted some people that Clarke didn't even know to be apart of this. Yeah, not happening.

"Raven, Wells, a word please." Raven and Wells glanced at each other with a knowing look: Clarke was furios.

Clarke tried to keep her calm, taking deep breaths until they reached the garden at the back of the house.

"Look Clarke, I know tha-" Raven started.

"No, why have no one told me about this? How could you take this kind of decision without telling me about it? I'm a part of this too."

"I'm sorry, but we need them if we want this to work Clarke." Clarke shook her head. "No, no, no we don't. This is our plan, Raven. This is our plan, mine, yours and Wells. We don't need anyone else to help us. And I don't even know those people."

"This isn't about you Clarke. Plus I've know some of them since I was a kid. I trust them and Bellam-" She should have seen this coming. It wasn't a coincidence that no one tried to talk to her, they didn't want to accidentally slip up and tell her about the plan.

"-Bellamy? Of fuckning course Bellamy is a part of this." This was probably all his idea. Stupid Bellamy, she really did hate him.

"Look I know you and Bellamy have issues but you need to see past your feelings. This is bigger than you and him."

"I'm not talking about my feelings. This isn't about me and Bellamy. It's about you, taking big decisions without talking with me about it first." Her voice was raising with every word. "You want me to trust these people with my life, my secrets and my past. I'm not doing this. I. Won't." She looked at Wells for support. He had yet to say something about the matter.

"Don't look at me I'm with Raven on this one."

"Of course you are." Clarke said while fighting the urge to roll her eyes. Wells knit his eyebrows in confusion and that actually made Clarke roll her eyes.

"Clarke be a little realistic. Monty is good at tech, him and I would make the best team ever. Miller is a cop, we are not going to include him as much but we can get inner information from him. The others and you will all bring something to the table and together we can take down mount weather. Please." Clarke knew Raven was right. Deep down she knew it but if she agreed to this plan, that meant that she agreed to working with Bellamy. She could deny it all she wanted but this was all about Bellamy, if he wasn't a part of this she wouldn't think twice about this. Unfortunately he was, and she would have to see and work with him everyday for months. Just the thought of that was unbearble when it included the one guy who shattered her heart to pieces. "I can't."

"Clarke, come on. Everyone is on board with this." Wells looked at her with pleading eyes.

"I'm not saying you shouldn't do this." She looked from Wells to Raven. "I just don't want to be apart of it."

"Okay, I get it. But we need you Clarke. If you won't do it for us, than do it for yourself and if you won't do this yourself. Do it for your father, Clarke. You want to avenge his death, this is your chance. Don't disappoint Jake Griffin." Raven knew this would get to her, she knew what to say to get Clarke to break. Her father was her best friend and his death. It destroyed Clarke, he is one of the reasons they started this plan to begin with. But for Raven to use that to get her to do whatever it was that she wanted, that was just cruell.

"I loved my dad and I'd do anything for him. But saying that, that was just a low blow, Raven." Clarke said before turning around to leave the Blake property.

It wasn't until she reached her car which was parked in front of the house that she realized, her car keys was still inside. She groaned and cursed under her breath. Now, she had to go back into that house and have everyone looking at her while she got her car keys. She doesn't even remember where she put them. Were they in Octavia's room or on the kitchen table. She really didn't want to see anyone right know considering Wells and Raven probably already told them, that she did not want to participate in there grand plan. Ugh... why was her life always so amazing?

After standing there fuming for another two minutes. Then Clarke finally build up the courage to go back into the house. She was going in without looking at anyone, ignore all their stares, take her keys and get out. Simple.

As she walked up to the front door, she could hear their voices from the backyard. Oh, they had all moved outside. Perfect, no need to worry about anyone seeing her.

The door was unlocked as always, which in Clarke's opinion was very stupid. Who leaves their front door open, where literally anyone could just walk right in, take whatever they wanted and leave. Especially, when everyone is at the backyard.

Anyway, today it worked in her favor. She opened the door walked into the kitchen. With a quick scan with her eyes she could see that her car keys wasn't in there so she walked out and up the stairs. She found Octavia's room, her hand reached for the doorknob, about to open the door when it flung open. Clarke stumbled a little before, regaining her footing. She looked up and there was he standing, the one and only Bellamy Blake.

He had changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that clung to his upper body. He's hair was more ruffled than usual, probably from running his hands through it one too many times. It was clear that he was studying her, he wasn't even trying to be subtle.

They stood there staring or studying each other. Before he cleared his throat. And Clarke snapped back to reality, remembering what she was doing there in the first place.

Her keys, right. That's what she was supposed to get. The keys.

"Yeah..right...I..I was looking for my keys." Clarke stutterd, pointing into Octavia's room. Great Clarke that was real smooth.

"These?" He held up her keys dangling them in front of her, a small smirk on his lips. And that's when she realized he had been holding her keys the entire time. She snatched them from his hands, turned around to leave when he grabbed her elbow. Not hard enough for it to become painful but enough to make her stop. It felt like sparks flied from his fingers right to her skin.

"What? Not even a thank you?" He asked, with a slightly raised eyebrow. Thank you? He wanted her to say thank you, seriously? What was he even doing in Octavia's bedroom in the first place? How did he even know that her keys was in there? Anyway, she wasn't gonna thank him. Childish? Maybe, but right now Clarke could care less. Which meant that she still cared a little, the voice in her mind reminded her.

She looked down at his hand that was holding her elbow and back up at him, mimicked him with a slight rise of her own eyebrow. Silently asking him to let go of her. He let go of her elbow and she turned around to leave, once again. When he called out to her. "Clarke." She knows that the logically thing to do if she didn't want to talk to him was to keep going. Down the stairs and out of the house. Still, there was something in his voice that made her stay and turn around.

"What do you want Bellamy?" She asked, starting to get a little annoyed even though he hadn't really done anything. But she was tired and really just wanted to go home. Being in his house and repeatedly getting reminded of her horrible four years without him, was indeed very exhausting. Not even mentioning the man himself.

"Would you just talk to me?" He's eyes pleading. Was he for real? Talk? Now he wanted to talk. What about when she sent him hundreds of voicemails and text messages and even emails. Then he didn't want to talk but now when it suited him he wants to talk.

"Talk? You want to talk?" She scoffed. "I tried talking to you for years and you didn't even bother acknowledging me. But now you want to talk, so we talk. Too bad I don't." The anger from before was slowly working its way back.

"Please, I just wan-" He started, before she interrupted him.

"-You know what I want?" He flinched slightly at her sudden outburst. "I don't want to see you, talk to you or even hear your name ever again. To you understand that. Never. Again." She could see the hurt all over his face, he opened his mouth to say something.

Whatever he was about to say, died in his throat when she turned around and ran down the stairs and slammed the door. This time, getting in her car and driving away from the blake property, for real.

This was officially the worst first week back home in her life. Not that she has had many but, still.

"Trying to forget someone you love,

is like trying to remember

someone you never met"

-unknown

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