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I think— I think when it’s all over, it just comes back in flashes, you know? It’s like a kaleidoscope of memories, but it just all comes back. But he never does. I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen. It’s not really anything he said, or anything he did. It was the feeling that came along with it. And... crazy thing is, I don’t know if I’m ever gonna feel that way again. But I don’t know if I should. I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright. But I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you towards someone who looks.. so much like an angel when he smiles at you? Maybe he knew that, when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all wasn’t losing him, it was losing me.
Clarke cries on a boy’s shoulder. He is tall and broad like a man but has the eyes and curls of a child. He is a contradiction in himself, gently aggressive, beautifully destructive. The oxymorons can go on and on. She has just lost her father, the most important man in her life.
Bellamy curls his arm around the shoulders of a princess. He kisses her hair, so softly that she doesn't notice, and his fingers make patterns on her arm, clothed in expensive black fabric. He murmurs promises he will never get the chance to keep, with the best intentions in the world. He tells her things will get better. Things get worse, for both of them.
18 months later, Bellamy throws a punch at a wall, enraged, but more than that. Pertubed, dismayed beyond any stretch of the imagination. A dark-haired, stormy-eyed little girl stands behind him, scared and wanting a mother that will never come home. Police knock on the door, waiting to take her away.
He has lost his mother, although a part of him knows that he lost her a long time ago. The love of his life has just sped away in a convertible, with shaking hands and a cynical heart. He is less than three minutes from losing his sister, the point from which everything in his universe revolves.
Meanwhile, Clarke drives across the country. The view is obscured and blurry, but she doesn't care. All she cares about is getting away from the memories. Away from the King who fell to his death, and the Queen who allowed him to. Away from the Prince who perished before he got the chance to save a princess.
Away from the knight who tried gallantly to keep her from breaking, but shattered her in his efforts.