Bellamy could here his heart accelerate in the vast silence of the cool, metallic room he was in, the beating of his heart pushing so ferociously against his chest he feared for a second that it might break its way out of its cage and expose itself for all to see.

Had he heard that right, surely he was wrong but no matter how his brain tried to register the words, jumble them about and deny the very existence of the sentence all together he knew it would not change the outcome.

Then again the more he thought about it, the more he wondered what it was he was trying to deny, Clarke had told him he loved him that was a fact and another fact he faced was that not long ago he himself was debating the very same thing, debating on if he loved Clarke and the answer was clear and the answer had been clear for some time, since Lexa had come into there life to be exact, as he hadn't realised what he had lost until another had picked it up first and he denied it then believing it was for the best so why was he denying it now?

Echo…..

Although the resulting answer was clear, instead of fuelling him with guilt like such a situation normally would, not the Bellamy got himself into such situations before . Instead he felt frustration, but frustrating over what?

The fact Clarke would tell him such a thing? No.

The fact Monty and Harper would share this with him knowing his relationship with Echo? No.

The fact Echo knew the truth all this time and he unintentionally lied to her? No.

The fact that even through all this, his love for Echo, his betray to his sister, the truth that both Bellamy and Clarke had made each face fears they wished they never had, that at some points their 'relationship ' what ever it may be could be considered toxic by some and that regardless of all that and all the years they had spent apart it all paled in comparison to how much he felt for her? Yes.

And there it was, the very thing Bellamy had been trying to deny for years. He was in every sense of the word in love with Clarke Griffin, she was his worst enemy, his protector, his head, his moral compass, friend, best friend and now with out a doubt the woman that he so desperately loved most in this world.

Suddenly like the air clearing after a long over due thunderstorm Bellamy's mind eased, his shoulders becoming less tense like a weight and breath he didn't know he was holding all these years was finally released.

"Bellamy, if you can hear me…if you're alive its been 2199 days since primefiya" Clarke sighed silently into the radio.

"I don't know why I still do this everyday, maybe it's my way of staying sane. Not forgetting who I am, who I was…it's been safe for you to come down for over a year now… so why haven't you? The bunkers gone silent too, we tried to dig them out for a while but there was to much rubble I haven't made contact with either. Anyway I still have hope tell raven to aim for the one spot of green and you'll find me the rest of the world from what I've seen basically sucks so…..never mind…I see you"

Clarke's final message feel on deaf ears however as the single metal room was now empty it's door left swinging open, Bellamy long gone in search of the women he lived.

Bellamy ran through the unfamiliar corridors of the ship until he found Jordan in the mad communications room were he first saw Monty and Harpers video.

"Jordan!" Bellamy called over almost desperately "where's…"

Before he could finish however Jordan cut him off already sensing what he wanted to ask.

"Straight ahead second door on your left."

Bellamy didn't even get a chance to say thanks as his feet had already carried him through the long grated room and right infront of the room Clarke was in.