bellarke + âItâs all my fault.â
wifey thanks bunches!! IâmâŠiâm so sorry for this one.
âItâs all my fault.â Clarke whispered.
That seemed to enrage Bellamy further. âNo, Clarke itâs not!â He turned to her âWE, we pulled that lever, together. If you want to blame yourself for something at least pick the right damn thing.â
Clarke grabbed his arm, âWhat the hell is that supposed to mean?â
With a sigh, Bellamy looked away from her. âYou left Clarke. You abandoned me, you abandoned my people.â When he looked back at her, Clarke wished he hadnât.
Bellamy scoffed, âYouâre forgetting that I knew those people in Mount Weather. I knew who was I protecting and who I was murdering. The only difference is, while you were off in the woods finding yourself, or whatever it was you were doing. I was here, protecting our people.â He bit out, âSo if you want to call them yours again, you have to earn that back.â
Without another word he walked away.
*send me a ship and a line and iâll attempt to write something angsty*