Clarke POV

I didn't want to be nervous, it was Bellamy after all, but somehow the deep digging feeling of nerves cut through to me like an endless knife. Bellamy had led me to his room, which to be honest was a bit drab, clean, but plain.

" So this is your room, huh" I tried to make it sound confident but I'm afraid it turned opposite, I'm afraid I made the wrong choice, and I'm afraid this was something Bellamy couldn't forgive me for and it hurt, like never before.

"Clarke, why did you leave," Bellamy asked with that hard voice he uses sometimes, but with the look he gives people when they've hurt him, why, why does he do this to me? Doesn't he know I had to do this.

"Really! Bellamy, I couldn't stay here knowing what I did, I freaking killed hundreds of people, maybe more and Jasper will hate me and I don't want everyone looking at me like that. I just needed to be somewhere else, go somewhere else. Bellamy I'm not asking for you to forgive me, I'm asking for you to understand." I could feel the tears stinging her eyes and it was too much, just too much. The past few months just seemed to come to me at once, I just broke done and dropped to my knees.

Bellamy rushed to me, dropped on his own knees and held me close whispering in my ear.

"Hey it's okay, I'll give it to you, I'll give you forgiveness Clarke, I can't say I understand completely, but I'll forgive you, just promise to never leave me like that." Bellamy whispered softly in a voice that, maybe cliché, but makes me melt into instant comfortness.

"Never." I say, meaning it because the longer I just kneel here in Bellamy's arms, I never want to leave Arkadia again. I just hope somethings can be the same again, just like before, and this is when I know I may just be in way over my head.