Everything hurt. It felt like my body was being torn apart piece by piece, I could feel everything. My very life was coming undone, as if my existence was being ripped from the seams. The ache in my chest swelled as I looked over at Bellamy. I could feel every ounce of anguish I had held in for so long. This was the feeling of death, but I wasn't dying. Cage's laugher rang through the air as I stared at the motionless body of the man I held so close to my heart. Though now, it felt as if my heart were shattering. I could feel the break project out of me as I screamed, hot energy swelled into the air, rising with my voice, the sheer power of it all burst out and obliterated everything in its wake. I could hear the agonized voices and screams of those within my vicinity, their skin burning to ash, their lives being ripped from them, the underworld taking them in dark chariots as my pain was finally released. Cage wailed as he received the brunt end of this shockwave. His body left a mere skeleton by the time I had let it all go. Bellamy lay cold on the floor, a huge laceration deeply embedded in his chest bleeding profusely. I began to crawl to him, begging the Gods to not take him. For them to give us more time. For us to be free together. I would do anything to keep him alive. I would bear a thousand curses if it meant he could live.
"Bellamy!" I wailed. He lay still, barely breathing as I threw myself on top of him, we were both covered in blood, it was making an awful mess. My hands shook as I cradled his face.
"Please. Please don't leave me. I need you." I cried. Blood smeared his cheek as I caressed it, begging him to stay, to hold on for one moment longer.
"I don't know what to do. Bellamy tell me what to do." I sobbed, I began to press my hands on the wound. He took a deep, shuddering breath, weak from blood loss, the fight, everything he had been through.
"It's ok Clarke." He whispered. The edges of his mouth began to seep blood, his brilliant smile now tainted.
"It'll be ok." His hand cupped my cheek weakly for a mere second before falling back down. His breathing became ragged and strained.
"Bellamy I can't...please...I'm so sorry for all of this." Blood poured over my hands. I wouldn't be able to fix him. I couldn't breath, it felt like I wasn't in my own body, my mind was racing as I felt his life slipping away. This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't.
"It's not your fault…I don't...regret….a thing." He struggled. He took a haggard gasp. His head slowly lolled to the side as the blood loss took its toll. Tears flowed down my face, dropping onto his as he stared far away.
"O...you're here." He whispered. And with that his chest stopped moving, his eyes shut, and he was gone. Bellamy was gone.