Heello! So here I'm with a 100 fic! Yeaahh! I love this show so much, it's ridiculous. And I love Bellarke! This is why this here exists. So yeah. Have fun and please leave a review if you'd like to. :)

"I slept with Raven."

"I know. And I with Finn."

"I know." He looked her in the eye. She was beautiful, as always. Her hair was a chaos, but he loved it. Gently he caressed his cheek as Clarke took his other hand and softly smiled at him. She leaned her head at his shoulder.

"Nineteen," she whispered as her smile faded. He nodded in silence. He knew exactly.

"Three hundred twenty-two."

"Twenty-one," she corrected.

"No. My mother. She was also my fault. I killed her," he murmured.

"No, you didn't. And it wasn't your fault either when those people at the Ark had died."

"It was. You said it yourself!"
"I was angry!"

She sighed. She had blamed him. They all did. She never thought about what their words might do to him. After all he just tried to keep them safe.

"But you said it! You said it and in my eyes you're not that kind of person who says things just to hear themselves speak, princess." He saw the look on her face and couldn't keep being mad at her.

"Oh I will never stop calling you princes, my little angry princess." He grinned widely making her smile as well. But slowly it also faded.

"I killed my father. He got floated, because he couldn't shut up. Because he wanted to do the right thing for me! Because he..."
"Clarke!" Bellamy interrupted, "Don't blame yourself for what had happened. It was his decision. Not yours. Stop it, Clarke. Stop torturing yourself." He gently cupped her face between his hands. Their gazes met, causing them both to smile softly.

"Thank you, Bellamy. For being who you are." She whispered. He shook his head in disagreement.

"I'm not a good person, Clarke. People died because of me. I'm a murderer."
"No, you're not. Bellamy, please. You have to stop."

"How? When everyone else sleeps I'm all alone. I feel like they're haunting me. And I deserve it. I'm a monster! I did horrible things and I..." She kissed him. Out of nowhere she had kissed his lips. And oh, they were so soft, in this moment she wished she could do it all day long.

He was so overwhelmed by the feeling of her tongue pushing into his mouth that he forgot everything around them. He forgot about the pain and the loss. He only could focus on her. His hands wandered over her body and stopped at her hips. As they both broke away from the kiss, Clarke softly caressed his cheek and whispered smiling,"How about we both stop blaming ourselves for our past and move on to our future?"

"Our future?"

"Our future."

A/N: oh yeah I don't quiete remember how I came of nineteen, but I remember I made some maths and without Bellamy and Finn being dead there must have been 19 who are. Or something like that. Okay. That's it. xoxo