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“Wherever you are is where I’m supposed to be.”
Although she was standing next to the boy she loved, she couldn’t imagine feeling any lonelier on the abandoned Earth than she did right now.
Bellamy squinted up at the sunrise. He’d always assumed those ancient poets had been full of shit, or at least had much better drugs than he’d ever tried.
“Even in a thousand years, I want people to know that it belonged to you.”
“You need to let yourself be happy. Or else, what’s the point of anything?”
There was no one else he really cared about ever seeing again.
Clarke felt like she was melting into his arms, losing herself in the kiss. He tasted like joy, and joy tasted better on Earth.
Bellamy leaned back with a sigh and closed his eyes, wondering how long it would take until she stopped being the last person he thought about before he fell asleep.
They all had ash in their lungs and tears in their eyes. But Wells had blood on his hands.
