Prompt; He didn't think he could be any more disappointed than he currently was, but the paper in his hand proved him wrong.
When they first met, ages sixteen and nineteen, no one thought anything of it; he was the annoying football player who needed order and control while she was the stubborn and carefree artist with a heart of gold, and they despised each other.
The first time Clarke Griffin stepped into his house his baby sister was upstairs crying, Atom had cheated on her and Octavia refused to talk to anyone. That was until the blonde came along, tub of ice cream in one hand and a pile of sappy movies in the other. It only took her two hours to get O back to normal again and Bellamy hated it.
He hated having to share his sister with the schools resident princess, the blonde that everyone knew and loved, the girl who didn't have to worry if she ever needed to leave the house after sunset because her neighborhood was safe and secure. She was daddy's little girl and she had everything she had ever wanted to prove it.
He started realizing he was wrong about Clarke Griffin at her father's funeral. He saw the marks that lined her wrists and the way her mother clung to the arm of another man, refusing to look her daughter in the eye as the petite blonde choked on her last words to her father.
He watched the tears streak her face as Octavia squeezed her hand, he watched as the girl everyone thought they knew faded away, broken dreams and promises were all that were left in her once warm blue eyes which were now icy and distant.
He spent countless days with her after that awful Sunday afternoon, curled up on opposite sides of the couch, eating ice cream and watching Netflix, patiently waiting for Octavia to get home from one of her many dates. And soon they began to bond, they both loved the feisty brunette and that was something they could work with, not only for Octavia's sake but for theirs too.
It was at the girl's high school graduation, two years after meeting and one year after her father's funeral when Bellamy began to realize things were changing. It was the twinge of jealously that rocked through him when Finn Collins touched her that made him realize the princess he once despised was now the girl who owned his heart.
And it was six months after that in which they fell into each other's arms. Clarke's nineteenth birthday had meant booze and lots of it, and with booze came confessions, tears, and sex? Love and sex are what got Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin through the darkest parts of their lives, but no one ever thought they would be getting through things in that way together.
Everyone thought wrong.
People made bets on how long it would last, how long the blonde would be able to tie down the playboy, how long the playboy would be able to keep the princess happy, so on and so forth.
Some said three months, others said a year, but absolutely no one thought they would make it as far as three years together, let alone end up getting married. Yet there they were, standing on a beach with only 30 or so people around, vowing to love each other for the rest of their lives.
And they did, god did they ever. They loved hard and deep, a kind of love that was only found in fairytales and sappy movies like the ones sixteen year old Clarke would use to make Octavia feel better. They loved each other with every piece of their soul, for better or for worse, until the day it all fell apart.
Bellamy Blake did not know disappointment until he held the flimsy piece of paper in his hands. He did not know disappointment until one day, twelve years down the road, he came home and all of her things were gone. He didn't know disappointment until he read the words she had scribbled on the tear stained page, over and over and over again.
"I'm sorry, maybe they were right all those years ago, may we meet again" echoed through his head as the tears began to roll down his cheeks and he remembered why he didn't love.
Love never ended happily. He loved his mother and she was killed. He loved his sister and she got married without even consulting him. He loved his princess and she left, no explanation, no reasoning, she vanished just like that.
