**Bellamy**
I don't know if it's right to imagine this place when you sleep, this place where no-one else knows of. I guess some people could call it home, yet it feels more to me than that. This is beautiful. Earth is beautiful. The endless sound of the hum of the birds, while the wind blows your hair all over the place- amazing. I wish I lived here, maybe I do. Maybe this is the world I was meant to be in. Not the arc all the wall in the space, not I a drop ship on earth. Neither in a ceil room in Mount Weather. I smiled wildly and laughed, I didn't think it was real. I run around, touching the inches long grass and the enormous trees.
Thinking about the earth, I gulp. Looking around again, I realised no-one was here with me. I was alone. Sure earth wasn't perfect, but there was one thing that was incredible. Something that I needed with me to make my life worth living. I knows she feels the same way, she even told me. Remembering that moment, made me smile. I shout her name, praying for her to hear me. But the only sound that returns my call is nature. The smile lingers from my face and worries brushes over. I repeat her name and continue running, ignoring the beautiful nature surrounding me. I had to find her, otherwise this paradise will become my nightmare.
I start stumbling to the ground when my legs start giving in. An aching pain erupts in my neck, which makes me grown in pain. As if something has been jabbed in there. Holding my neck in pain, trickles of blood dripped from the small cut.
"Bellamy?" A voice says above me.
"Clarke." I look up to see a white figure all the way at the end of the meadow. "Clarke!" I repeat louder.
Her hand stretches for me. "Take my hand and we can live in paradise together, forever and ever." Her smile is so welcoming I grit my teeth and push myself towards her. "Come on Bell, you can do it." Something inside of me knew that doing this was killing me, basically inviting the bullet into my head. I start to feel dizzy as I struggle to make my way to Clarke.
"I'm coming for you Clarke." I reassure her. "Just wait a little longer." I cry out in pain as I feel like something's being yanked out of my neck.
I fall to the ground.
"No!" I shout, angry at myself. "Please no! Goddamit!" I bang the ground in annoyance. I couldn't do it, I couldn't run anymore. My weak body starts feeling weak, my eyes falling asleep. "Clarke." I whisper.
The white figure steps over me, heling me? "You can't give up Bellamy." Her voice first soft and sorrowful. "You promised that you'd never give up on me!" Clarke states, her beautiful skin, and blossoming white dress starts turning as black as night. "Why did you give up on me? You said you loved me! Don't you know what they're doing to me Bell? They're killing me Bellamy." Tears erupt from my useless body. "They're hurting me and I need you to say me!" Tears dribble from her eyes now too as she sits on the floor over me. "Come on Bell, wake up. Please, wake. You can't break your promise, not now. Not after everything we've been through!" She states, placing her freezing hand on my boiling head. "Bellamy?" My eyes start drifting away and I wanted to stop them.
I know what I'm doing.
I'm giving up.
I'm giving up on everyone I know, Octavia.
Even Clarke.
I know she won't be able to hear me but I say them anyway.
"I love you Clarke Griffin."
**Clarke**
Sitting in my plain, white cell, I cry. There's nothing else I can do. After killing the doctor, Bellamy failed to wake up. His pulse was still running but barely and I wasn't willing to give up until he was awake in my arms again. Suddenly, guards shot in and took me away, I kicked and screamed for them not too but obviously they wouldn't listen. I failed what I was supposed to win in, I was supposed to save Bellamy. But I was too slow, I was too slow to save him. It's all my fault, all my fault. Seeing his lifeless body being lifted ungracefully to a table to get 'help' drew daggers into my heart numerous amount of times. His life was in the hands of the people at Mount Weather. The people I trust least, I won't even be told if he makes it or not. Why would they tell me, I'm going to die here soon. I have to. Living without Bellamy is just like not living at all. Why would I won't to waste my life if I'm not happy? All I want is to feel his warmth around me once more, to feel his touch against me. Our bodies connecting. The truth, and this is what keeps me going, is;
Bellamy's not dead.
But he's not alive either.