Rory, you can’t just walk out like that. Not after everything we’ve been through. You just left. I was still in bed. I mean what is that all about? Ok, you need to do this later. I can’t do this later. Rory I love you. I love you, dammit! How many times to I have to tell you? God! Just talk to me.
For every tyrant a tear for the vulnerable
In every lost soul the bones of a miracle
For every dreamer a dream we’re unstoppable
With something to believe in
Five years have passed. They launch the rocket back down to Earth, and Clarke is there to greet them. She watches with tears in here eyes as they all step out of the ship one by one.
Bellamy doesn’t skip a beat, racing towards her and wrapping her tightly in his arms. She sinks into his embrace, elated to have his arms around her again. Too soon he pulls back, his hands coming to the clasps around his throat to release his helmet.
“Wait,” Clarke says, her voice thick. “The air could still be toxic."
The plan was to bring them all to the island and give them the nightblood treatments anyway, just to be safe.
"If the air’s toxic, I’m dead anyway,” Bellamy says, pulling off his helmet with a smirk. His hair is a mess, as she expected it to be. “I only have five minutes of oxygen left, Princess, and I’ll be damned if I die without doing this."
He tosses his helmet to the ground, and before she can say anything else he grabs her around the waist and pulls her close again. Clarke just manages to wind her fingers through his unruly curls before his lips descend on hers, and all she can think is: