Bellarke One Shots

Coffee and Tears (Part 1)

She dreaded December 24th. 

To some people, it was the most wonderful time of the year. Pine trees were shoved into people's living rooms, as families hung painted glass balls on the green branches. Relatives would reunite for a joyous Christmas dinner, and would update each other on their busy lives. 

To Clarke, December 24th was the anniversary of her father's death.

It has been three years since her father had passed away. An unexpected amount of snow had fallen the night before and paved the roads in a sheet of slippery ice. Jake Griffin was determined to arrive at his mother's house for Christmas, his father had passed away a few months before, and decided that his mother needed some company. So the three Griffin's had packed their bags and headed a few towns over to accompany his mother.

She was only fifteen when it happened. Her father decided to drive throughout the night so, in the morning, they would arrive at her grandmother's house. Clarke had drifted asleep after being on the road for a few hours. She wanted to awake to see her grandmother's house. Instead, she had awakened to air bags, blood, whilst being hung upside down in the back seat of her father's Subaru.

Ever since that day, her mother had distanced herself from everyone she had loved. Abby Griffin would attend work for 15 hours a day, and when she arrived home, she would quickly greet Clarke and go straight to bed. Abby had bottled in her emotions and pretended that she had moved on. Really, she was still stuck in the past, she couldn't get over that one day. Now instead of being at home with her daughter on December 24th celebrating Christmas, Abby decided to take a double shift, not even bothering to come home at all.

Clarke needed her father. He was gone. Clarke needed her mother, she barely was in her life anymore; it was like her mother was a ghost. Clarke reacted the same way her mother had when her father had passed, she bottle her emotions and distance herself from everyone she ever cared about.

It was too depressing, being home alone on Christmas Eve. Clarke hadn't talked to her friends since her fathers passing, but at the same time, Clarke couldn't stand the silence that filled her household. She picked up the phone and dialed her old best friends phone number.

"Hello?"

"Octavia..." Clarke began to speak, her voice cracked, tears welded in her eyes.

"Clarke?" the voice had said. The voice was deep, husky almost. That was definitely was not Octavia's voice. Then it had hit her, it was her ex-boyfriend who was on the other end.

"Bell-"

"Octavia's not home" quickly said Bellamy, as another female voice could be heard on the other end of the phone.

Clarke felt nauseous, she knew that it had been years since they last spoke. Her last words to him were "I think it's time to move on." She still had feelings for Bellamy, but the pain of her fathers death had made her push everyone away. 

He had taken her advice and had moved on.

"Can you tell her to call me when she comes back?" Clarke managed to croak out.

"Clarke, she's out of town this Christmas." Bellamy paused, a void of silence was left before he continued to speak. "Look, if you need to talk to-"

"No, no, no. I don't want to be a bother, have a Merry Christmas... Bellamy." Clarke quickly spoke before hanging up. Not more than a few seconds later, the phone rang.

"You're never a bother, Clarke."