It's a goddamn tragedy that both of them could be so incredibly in love with each other and yet neither could notice it. aka everyone knows Bellamy and Clarke are in love except for Bellamy and Clarke.

Because it's been there, all along. There, to be heard in the silence; to be felt, in the buzzing of the air; to be tasted on the tip of their tongues. It's all around them, practically in their bodies – in their blood. Whether it's always been there or not, now it is a part of them. It can't be walked away from. It can't be left behind. One-shot.

The gang all gets together every New Years Eve, but this yeah is going to be different. Octavia, Raven, Jasper, Monty, Murphy, and Miller all think that Bellamy and Clarke should be together and they'll do whatever it takes to get them to see it too. (Sorry for al the different POV's guys!)

Clarke is the Princess of Ark. Bellamy is a Rebel. Their lives are separated by duty and responsibility. Well, not if Anya and Lexa have anything to say about it.

The words are there, but she cannot say them.