Clarke tries to swallow the lump in her throat as she meets Bellamy’s pleading gaze. “Just— stay, Clarke.” he mumbles, a hand reaching up to finger a strand of hair resting on her shoulder. A tear slips down her cheek and that’s when she realizes she’s crying too.
She forces out a large breath, and tries not to think about the way her throat burns and her heart hurts when she looks at his tear stained cheeks.
“I can’t.” she chokes, trying to even her breathing out before she began to sob.
Bellamy kisses her. It isn’t a soft kiss either; it’s rough and passionate and Clarke wonders why she hasn’t ever thought about kissing Bellamy Blake before now.
When he pulls away he cups her face in his hands and strokes her cheeks with his thumbs. “Clarke, please.” he begs, pulling her in for another kiss. “You don’t have to bear it al