"Clarke!" I shout at her from across the camp, and I watch a few heads turn in my direction, but none of them hers.

I let out a huff of annoyance, knowing very well she can hear me. She's just choosing to ignore me. Still.

But this time I'm not going to let her. I quickly make my way across camp, dodging a few people as I speed walk over to her.

"Clarke," I say when I reach her, causing her to spin around so fast, I'm surprised she didn't get whiplash.

"What is it, Bellamy?" She asks, adverting her eyes from mine.

I frown at her, feeling anger bubbling up inside me at her actions. She's been so distant. And I hate it.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" I ask, and watch her eyes widen at the confrontation.

"I haven't been avoiding you, Bellamy," She says, suddenly becoming very interested in her shoes.

"I've just been-"

"Avoiding me." I finish the sentence for her, both of us knowing very well that it is true.

She's silent for a moment, as if plotting her escape from this awkward conversation.

"I don't have time for this, Bellamy." Clarke finally gets out, before turning on her heels and quickly walking into her tent. And me, being me, I follow her.

"Clarke, you can't hide from me forever, what is going on with you?" I prompt, and she fiddles with the hem of her jacket, not offering any response.

"You have to talk to me," I say, trying to get her to meet my eyes. And utterly failing, unsurprisingly.

"Come on, Clarke. You've been acting weird since-" Then it hits me. Like a pile of bricks. All this time, she... because of...

Clarke notices my abrupt silence, and her eyes raise slowly, finally focusing on my face. There is so much emotion swimming around in her beautiful blue orbs, how did I not notice it before?

"Clarke..." Is all I can manage to get out, my mind still in shock and trying to process everything.

All she does is let out a long sigh, before focusing her eyes just behind me. My lips part as I stare at her, utterly stunned by the situation.

"The head over the heart," She mumbles, so quietly it's almost inaudible. Which makes me question if it was even meant to be heard by me.

But I let that statement jar me. If this means what I think it does, then I was so miserably wrong before. All this time I had been frustrated with Clarke for hurting me, I never even thought that I could've been hurting her.

I wasn't thinking. I was so overwhelmed by everything Clarke had just implied with her words and body language, how could I be? So I went against the one thing Clarke had told me to do. The thing that I had lived by for the past six years.

"Screw the head." I growl, before walking over to Clarke, cupping beautiful face in my hands, and doing what I had only fantasized about, what I never thought I would ever have to chance to actually do.

I kissed her.

And when my lips met hers, perfectly soft and pink, I swear I saw stars. It was like everything else in the world had disappeared. Like nothing else mattered. Because in this moment, nothing did.

At first her arms lay at her sides, as if she didn't even realize what was happening, but as soon as Clarke came to her senses, she had brought her hand up to his waist and moved her lips against his.

For Bellamy, it was like everything had fallen into place. Every single thing that hadn't felt right for the last six years, suddenly had meaning. He suddenly understood. It just made sense.

The kiss was slow, and gentle, but also passionate, demanding. It was perfect. It was everything the two of them had spent endless nights dreaming about, staring at each other from thousands of miles apart. And more.

When they finally pulled apart, Bellamy rested his forehead against hers, large grins taking over both of their faces as their breath mingled together.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," Bellamy said after a moment, the smile not falling from his face.

"Let me guess," Clarke replies, a smirk in her tone.

"Six years?" Bellamy chuckles at her response.

"And then some," He says, taking in every one of her amazing features, realizing for the millionth time how truly grateful he is that she survived Praimfaya.

"I'm glad you're here," She says, as if reading his thoughts.

"Better get used to it," He replies.

"Because I am not leaving you again."