I'm so sorry I haven't updated anything in forever.
Life has been absolutely insane, and inspiration just hasn't hit.
I promise I've got a chapter in the works for Starting Over, it's just not where I need it to be yet.

In the meantime, here's some confusion for our favorite couple. Who refuse to see reason and just be together.

When the sun hit her face, Clarke let out a moan before burrowing into her pillow. Her bed was unbelievably warm and she wanted nothing more than to let her mounds of blankets envelop her until her alarm went off. Needless to say she was not expecting it when she heard a deep rumble before an arm pulled her into a warm body. Clarke's eyes shot open at the memory of the night before.

I'm weak.

It was the first thought through her mind every time she woke up in Bellamy's arms.

Why can't I stay away?

I should have told him to leave.

"I can hear you thinking Clarke, just go back to sleep."

She stiffened in his arms when he spoke before swinging her legs over the side of the bed and standing shakily.

"I can't do this. I told you that I can't," as she turned back to the bed, she saw Bellamy struggling to his elbows – dragging his hand along his face to clear the sleep from his eyes. "Why do you never believe me?"

Bellamy sighed before pulling himself up fully, "Why do you never stop us? I'll start believing you the second you tell me to leave."

Clarke saw the look in his eyes, like the wounded man he was – aching to belong in this awful world – and she instantly regretted everything. Like she always did. Every. Time.

"Bellamy – I want this to work. I want us to work. But you're hardly… I mean –" Clarke trailed off as she spoke. Everything she wanted to say would only break the fragile person in front of her.

It wasn't fair. She was in love with two people who would never be able to love her more than they loved each other. And true, they were siblings – it was a very different love. But she highly doubted they would even understand how much she cared about them. Both of them.

The worst thing was that it was like Bellamy could read every thought as it passed through her mind. And when she saw him jolt out of her bed, grabbing his pants and stalking out of her room, it almost killed her.

"Bell – wait – I didn't mean it like that."

"No? Then what did you mean? God, Clarke. I keep trying to show you what you mean, how I feel, and every time you shut me out," Clarke walked to her door to see him shoving his jeans on as he spoke – pausing to grab a shirt out of his bag and tugging it on as he continued, "I need to get out – I'll be at O's when you decide to get your shit together. Don't call until then."

And with that he grabbed his keys and ran straight through her front door. Slamming it as he left.

It's super short.
And it's angsty.
But it's something