She finally found her way downstairs to the control room. She stood in the doorway, in complete and utter shock. The place was completely black and scorched. 'If Bellamy was in here when this happened, there's no way he survived,' she thought to herself. She fell to her knees, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Bellamy. I'm so sorry," she cried, putting her face in her hands.
"Sorry for what?" replied a raspy voice from across the burnt down room.
Clarke froze. Was she imagining this? She had to make sure. She looked up and saw him standing there. Barely hurt compared to what she had imagined had happened to him. She immediately got to her feet and ran into his waiting arms. This time, he didn't hesitate for one second when hugging her back. He just squeezed her tight and smiled as she nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck. Once they let go, she stood back and looked him dead in the eyes. "I'm so sorry, Bellamy," she said as tears began to fall over the rim of her eyes once again. "It wasn't worth the risk. When I said I couldn't lose you too, I meant it. I don't know what I would do without you. Someone had told me that love is a weakness. That caring about the wellbeing of others is a weakness. That is why I thought I was being weak. But I was wrong. So wrong. Love is my strength. It is what drives me to protect our people. To protect you. And I failed you. And for that I am sorry," Clarke explained, burning tears rolling down her cheeks. Bellamy reached up and wiped away her tears. "It's okay, Clarke. I'm fine. See," he smiled and gestured to his not-too-damaged body. "You don't understand," she cried and pulled away from him.
Bellamy looked at her, confused. "What don't I understand, Clarke?" he questioned. Clarke could barely look up at him. Look into those deep brown eyes and admit to what she did. Well, rather what she didn't do.
"We should talk about it later. Right now, we have to get out of here and help the others," Clarke responded and swiftly turned to exit the room. Bellamy ran after her. She was right. The most important thing right now was to get everyone out alive. He wanted to talk. Very badly. But he knew that now was not the time.