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Clarke’s knuckles were white as she gripped the door. She made eye contact with the nurse first. The nurse gave her a small smile, leaning to say something to Bellamy. As the nurse started wheeling Bellamy forward, her breath caught as he met her eyes for the first time.
A fuzzy feeling began to take over her, starting in her stomach and slowly spreading. Bellamy’s gaze never left hers, but as he attempted to stand, Bellamy’s foot caught on the ground, twisting his ankle as the nurse hadn’t stopped pushing him.
Clarke was shocked when she yelped at the dull, fading pain in her own ankle. Their widened eyes met as the realization set in and the fuzzy feeling from before grew even more intense as he stood up, hesitant to reach out to her. The feeling grew until it finally released her, the moment he touched her. A lazy grin took over his face and he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, his hand resting a little longer than necessary.
“Hey soulmate,” he said breathless. She smiled then, a grin breaking out on her face. A light cough broke the moment and they turned to look at the nurse.
“Have a good day, Mr. Blake.”
Bellamy turned back to Clarke and smiled. It will definitely be a good day, Clarke smiled up at him. She motioned to her car before hoping in the drivers seat.
They were both silent on the way to his apartment, smiling to themselves and sneaking glances at one another. Clarke was suddenly grateful that she had had the time to visit his apartment before today so that she could just stare at him instead of focusing on where she was going.
When they finally closed the apartment door behind them, Clarke finally let it all out. She turned to him and tears beginning to form in her eyes.
“I thought you were dead. For almost two years I thought you were dead.” He reached out to hold her, a sad look on his face, she let him tuck her into his chest.
“But Clarke,” she interrupted him before he could finish.
“I was so angry at you for my whole life. You spent my childhood getting us, not you, US beaten up. You spent my teenage years beating others up, and don’t think that I didn’t know the difference. I went through a whole range of emotions for you. Sad that you were doing what you were doing, angry that the universe set me up with someone who spent most of my life so far getting hurt, scared that you actually died that night.”
Clarke paused, the tears finally escaping, falling freely. He only pulled her into him more, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Bellamy could sense that Clarke wasn’t finished with him yet, so he didn’t say anything.
“I was 17, Bellamy. 17. And I thought you died. I was devastated. 17 and I never got to meet my soulmate. I passed out from the pain,” she looked up at him, her entire body was shaking and Bellamy couldn’t take it anymore.
The kiss was more than perfect. It started slow and tender, as if he was testing the waters before diving in. As if I would deny him, Clarke smirked into the kiss. At that, he deepened the kiss, increasing the intensity.
It was everything she thought kissing your soulmate would be like. It held a promise. A promise that she was his and he was hers. A promise of years to come, getting to know each other. She pulled away from him slightly, gasping for breath. She hooked her arms around her neck and kissed him again, swiftly. He smiled and nuzzled into her neck.
“Well I’m not hitting anyone anymore, and I’m not getting hit anymore. I’m here, and I’m yours.”
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Needless to say, all of their friends were ecstatic. Octavia would always claim that he knew they would be perfect for each other ever since she first met Clarke. 2 years later, at the wedding, she even included it in her speech. Clarke just rolled her eyes as she rested a hand on her stomach in anticipation of her little announcement she had planned.