She ran carelessly without considering the dangers of being alone outside the camp's walls. She didn't care. She finally reached the hidden door. She held the door open just as Bellamy had done for her several times before and climbed in. She took a deep breath. The last time she was here was when she was with him. She looked around the room. It all reminded her of Bellamy. The bed was still unmade with the sheet hanging over the side. Melted candle wax had hardened the candles onto the counters. She pulled it apart from counter and lit only one this time.

Clarke walked over to the bed and picked up a pillow. She slowly walked over to the couch and sat down. Clarke pulled her feet up and buried her face in the pillow that had the faintest hint of his scent.

She knew she could break down. She knew know one was watching. Her cries were soft, but her tears were heavy with heartbreak as they dropped onto the pillow that Bellamy's head once rested on.

She was stupid to believe that he wouldn't hurt her like Finn did. She was stupid to even fall for him when they were just hooking up. She was stupid for believing that he wouldn't play her. She was stupid to think that there was something more.

She stopped crying long enough to look at the entrance of the bunker. The door opened and Bellamy climbed in.

"Please, just go," Clarke cried.

"No. Not until you hear me out," Bellamy said. He walked over to the counter and picked something up. Clarke couldn't tell what it was that he held until he sat down beside her. "You look like you could use this."

"You're not kidding," Clarke scoffed before answering sarcastically. He noticed the slightest hint of a grin form at the corner of her lips when he handed her an old box of tissues.

It may have only been about a week since they quit talking to each other, but she still missed his humor. It was the sarcastic, funny things that he would say and only in front of her because they had to be serious to everyone else. It made her laugh, and he hadn't made her laugh in a while.

"Listen, Clarke. Before you say anything, I know you don't want to even look at me right now, but please, I need to say this. In the past week, I've been trying to come up with ways to apologize and to make up for what I said. I know what I said was completely unforgivable, and I would completely understand if you never want to speak to me again. Just hear me out though, okay?" Bellamy looked at her, and she looked away. "I am so, so sorry for what I said, Clarke. I really am. I was jealous, and I was upset. I took it out on you, and I shouldn't have. I'm not making excuses, and I'm not trying to justify what I said either. If I could take back every word, I would without even hesitating."

"But that's the thing, Bellamy," Clarke interrupted. She looked at him, "you can't take it back. You still said them, and they had to come from somewhere. Didn't they? They had to have been your thoughts at some point, and that's one of the things that hurt the most was that you had thought that about me."

"I did, alright. I did, but it was long before there was even an us. I didn't have it easy as a janitor or growing up with an illegal sister and a single mom who worked around the clock. Mom slept with all these highly ranked guards so she could know when to hide my sister. I had to share my rations with O. I feared for my family's life daily. That's why I didn't like you when we first met. I thought you had always had it easy, but you showed me you were different. You managed to change my opinion about you. I saw that you weren't this privileged princess that I and everyone else made you out to be." Bellamy paused and looked into her eyes.

"You did what no one else could or would do. You changed me," Bellamy said with a smile. "You managed to convince me that we couldn't live by whatever the hell we want. You took control, and you led our people. You made sacrifices no one else was willing to make because you're this insanely beautiful, definitely stubborn, and extremely brave princess," Bellamy wiped the tear from her cheek and tucked her hair behind her ear. His hand fell to hers. "And most importantly," he paused, "you managed to make me fall in love with you."

"Bell—"

"I love you," Bellamy said smiling, "and God, Clarke, it's ridiculous how much I do. You make me feel these things that I never thought was possible. I can't work. I can't sleep. I can't do anything because you're there in my mind, constantly, and it's killing me just knowing that I'm the reason you're hurting. I'm not asking you to say it back, but I am asking you to forgive me."

"I—I think that I do, but I just need some time, okay? You come after me, and you say all these things—these really wonderful things that make me just want to say screw it and forgive you. And I want to. I really, really do, but I can't right now, Bell. What you said really hurt me, and I just need time until it doesn't hurt. Then maybe when that happens, you can say all the stuff you said to me again," Clarke said with a slight smile. Bellamy gave her a forced smile.

"Can we at least try to be on speaking terms again?"

"I'd like that alot actually," Clarke said with a smile.

"Good because there's something I wanted to talk to you about as a friend," Bellamy said.

"Okay?"

"There's this girl that I care about a lot, and I won't tell you who she is because, when we started hooking up, it was a secret. But we haven't been in speaking terms since I was a dick and screwed everything up. But recently, I finally got her to listen to me, and I apologized to her for everything. I told her how I feel about her too, and I think I might have a real chance with her if she does forgive me," Bellamy said smiling. Clarke smiled.

"Well, first of all, you're a huge dork," she laughed, "Seriously though, I think she'll come around, and when she does, she'd be a fool to turn you down."