In Which There Is No Hope Left
Whatever you do, don’t imagine Clarke Griffin thinking that they’ve run out of possible solutions. Don’t imagine her telling everyone to enjoy themselves with the little time they have left. Don’t imagine everyone having a bittersweet “end of the world” party of sorts and drinking booze and swimming in the pool. Don’t imagine Bellamy realizing that Clarke’s nowhere to be seen in the midst of the party or that he goes upstairs to find her. Don’t imagine that he walks into the bedroom and sees Clarke crying, her face only illuminated by the firelight. Don’t imagine Bellamy walking over to her and sitting down next to her and telling her that she tried her best. Don’t imagine her breaking down even more or him enveloping her in his arms because of it. Don’t imagine her asking him to stay with her for a while, with the two of them laying in bed like that, so close that they can feel each other’s hearts beating. Don’t imagine Bellamy asking Clarke if there’s anything else she wants to do before time runs out. Don’t imagine her telling him that this is all she wants before asking him the same question. Don’t imagine him telling her he loves her and her saying it back.
Just… don’t do it.
This post is a result of @merdok1993′s posts from a few days back. Thank you for making me listen to ‘Silhouettes,’ read lots of Everlark and Bellarke fanfiction, and destroying my life.