I could barely breath. It was just too much.
"If you need forgiveness, I'll give that to you. You're forgiven. Please come inside," Bellamy pleaded quietly. I couldn't even look at him, or I knew I wouldn't be able to say what I had to say.
"Take care of them for me," He flinched slightly as I said it. We both knew what I meant. After this, there was no going back.
"Clarke" he protested.
I interrupted him. "Seeing their faces everyday, is just gonna remind me of what I did to get them here." My chest felt so heavy with guilt, I could barely stand.
"What we did," he said, touching my arm lightly. It sent a jolt of electricity through my body. "You don't have to do this alone."
I could see his eyes saying everything his words couldn't. I knew that leaving would hurt him, I knew that we weren't just friends. Over the past few weeks, he had become everything to me. But I couldn't stay. Seeing me everyday would destroy him.
I turned to look at the camp one last time, to see what I had done. "I bear it," I said, "so they don't have to." I bear it so you don't have to, I thought.
"Where are you gonna go?" Bellamy asked me.
"I don't know." I had no clue. All I knew was that I needed to leave. Now.
Quickly I closed the space between us and kissed his cheek. I felt him lean into me, and for a second it was just the two of us. I hugged him and felt his arms tighten around me. I was so scared I wouldn't be able to let go.
Before I lost my nerve, I whispered, "May we meet again." I pushed him away gently and turned towards the woods. I couldn't look back. I wouldn't be able to handle the pain and hurt I know I would see in his eyes, or the way his shoulders sagged slightly, like he had been defeated.
I felt some of the weight lift from my chest and I knew I had made the right choice. For the 47, for my mom, for Bellamy. For me. I hadn't been able to look any of them in the eye on our walk back from Mount Weather. I had killed them. I had killed them all. Bellamy tried to take responsibility, but I couldn't let him. This would have destroyed him, and Octavia needed him. The Sky People needed him.
I needed him. I pushed this thought from my mind and quickened my pace towards the tree line. I knew there would be Grounders close, but I didn't care. I didn't know where I was going, or what I was going to do. I couldn't stay, but where could I go?
It wasn't until I had entered the forest that I heard an awful wail from far behind me. Tears sprung to my eyes as I hear my mother yell my name, wracked with sobs. And suddenly, I couldn't take it. I started to run as sob after sob escaped me. My tears blinded me and I didn't know where I was going. Soon I collapsed on the soft soil, unable to breath. I lay there, unable to move, as I felt the full weight of what I had done wash over me. I had killed them. I had killed them all. I should have waited just a few more seconds for Jasper, everything would be different. I should have waited.
I lay there, curled up in a ball, as my sobs turned to silent tears streaming down my face. I was tired. I was so, so tired. I let my eyes close and numbness overtake me as I drifted off to sleep.
