
Saying good-bye gets harder and harder. Bellamy hopes this one isn't forever.
586 words | rating: PG
Every time we say goodbye, it gets harder and harder to let you go.
I want to tell her that. It's on the tip of my tongue, but my pride stops me every time. Or fear. Fear of being rejected. Fear of being accepted. Fear of losing a part of me. I prefer the pride theory—it doesn't sound as pathetic.
This goodbye just might kill me, though. My heart races when I realize she's serious about leaving. Is she insane? Maybe there's a tentative peace with the Grounders, but there are other dangers out there. And who knows how long the Grounders will honor the truce. Or if they all will. A lot of them dislike Clarke with a passion. She tends to have that effect on people. You either hate her or love her.
I know. Because I really hate the way her mouth keeps repeating, "I'm so sorry," over and over. And I hate how defeated she looks. How defeated she makes me feel when she looks at me with those haunted eyes. I hate her for making me hurt this damn much.
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