1 • Bellamy/Clarke • Between miles
She felt insecure.
This was the first time she felt that way after losing Finn. She still remembered his death and the ghost haunting her at night. Sometimes she still sensed his barbed look. But she didn't really have time for grieving.
The coalition, the war, the duties to her people. She didn't have the right for mistake. She didn't have the time for feelings. All she had time for was planning and trying to kill her enemies before they kill her.
"Bellamy..?"
The silent question. They've got rid of words a long time ago. They simply never needed them.
And the Commander... Lexa told her she can't let the emotions to stop her now. But here it is.
The emotion.
The voice.
The worry.
The joy.
"Clarke..."
In just a moment she's heard more than in all day before. And that voice just said her name. But no one has said her name that way not before, not ever again.
And for the first time since Finn's death she smiled. Because she knew now that he was alive and he was safe.
"Love is weakness", the words sounded in her mind. Like a curse, they were following here everywhere. And at night she was haunted by horrors of the past. There was no love in them.
Only hatred and blood and death.
But this feeling... This feeling was different. Like a new-born child, like a sunrise with all that pastel yellow colors she loved to use so much. Like a song she once heard on the Ark. No. This was even better. Unfortunately, Clarke thought, there're still not enough words to describe the feeling. She sighed and closed her eyes feeling happiness thrusting in her veins. Getting closer and closer to the heart. To her broken soul.
So how can love be weakness, if it made her feel that way? Probably, Lexa was wrong. Love is not a weakness. Never was.
Bellamy's voice was fading away in the radio, but she felt satisfied. They didn't need words or even physical contact.
Her heart was touching his soul, and they both knew it has become something more than just friendship a long time ago.