Is There A Forever? (sequel to 'Together Forever') OnHold

Chapter Eight

"That's barely one shade lighter than the rest of your hand," Marcus commented.

"But, it is a tan line?" Clarke asked, looking to Bellamy for an explanation.

"Yes." He nodded.

"So, I've been wearing a ring?"

Bellamy opened his mouth, but closed it. After a moment, he tried again. "Yes," he answered, tightly.

Clarke knew the answer, but she forced herself to ask: "Bellamy? Are we engaged?"

Clarke watched Bellamy wipe a tear from his tanned cheek. His eyes were red with emotion. "You said that you remembered a little bit from the day of your accident. That you were on the phone, right?"

Clarke felt her heart breaking at the strain and emotion in his voice. "Yes, I was."

"You were talking to me," he admitted. "And you were wearing a dress. A white dress."

Clarke gasped, her hands covering her open mouth. Fresh, hot tears rolled down her cheeks. "Oh, god," she breathed.

"You were on your way to the courthouse, Clarke," he told her. Clarke reached out and took his big, warm hand.

"I fucking wrecked on our wedding day? I ruined our wedding." She felt angry with herself, suddenly.

"No," Bellamy almost shouted. "No! You never should have gotten behind the wheel. It was our wedding day, but I should have driven you!"

Clarke couldn't be bothered to wipe her tears anymore. "Bellamy. I can't remember the last year, but I can guarantee you that driving myself was my idea. I wouldn't have wanted you to see me. I would have forced it. I know myself, Bellamy."

He pushed his hand through his hair. "I should have said no. I should have hired a taxi or a limousine or,"

"Stop," Clarke demanded. "I don't want to hear it." She closed her eyes and took a few week breaths before opening them again. She turned to Marcus. "I want to speak with the Neurologist. I want my memories back."

"He will be down in a little while," Marcus assured her. "And your mother should be in here soon, she has been in surgery."

Clarke calmed her temper. "Fine. Then, I would like you to go."

Marcus eyed Bellamy before he sighed. "Okay. But, every hour, on the hour, I will be in here " he assured her before leaving.

Clarke suddenly felt a little closed in as Bellamy sat beside her, his head in his hands.

"Where's my ring?"

She watched Bellamy's head shoot up, his mocha eyes wide. "What?"

"I want to see my ring. Why haven't I been wearing it?" She asked.

"You took it off that morning and gave it to your mom. The wedding was just going to be us and our mothers. She had it with our bands."

"Does she still have it?"

Bellamy stood. "No, no. I have it." Clarke watched him open his duffel bag, a small black box in his hand. Clarke held her breath as he opened it.

She sobbed again, wishing she could stop. "You proposed with that ring," she whispered. "Mom gave it to you?"

"With a letter from your dad," he confirmed. "Do you, do you want to read it?"

Clarke just nodded.

He dug through his bag and pulled out a white envelope. "Also, I'll make sure your mom gets it, but he wrote to you, too. On your eighteenth birthday, your mom gave you a letter from him. I'll get it for you."

Clarke felt her hands shaking as she held the white envelope. Her dad. Her dad had written to Bellamy? There were so many emotions in her that she couldn't even begin to process them all.

She watched Bellamy walking towards the door. "Wait," she stopped him. "No, don't leave."

"I just thought you might like some privacy," he whispered.

"I don't want you to leave me," she admitted.

Bellamy froze momentarily, but then he sat back down beside her. He remained quiet as she nervously opened the envelope, and removed the paper.

Clarke read the letter, her chest tight as she ran her hands across her father's signature. "He knew we would be together?" She asked, laughing. "Of course he did."

"On your birthday, you read your letter. I can't quite it, but he teased us about arguing over the controller," Bellamy admitted with a sad smile. "He knew you were it for me, Princess."

Clarke handed him the letter back, nearly tucked back in the envelope. "How, uh, how did you propose to me, Bell?"

Bellamy watched her slide the ring back on her finger, his expression unreadable. "Actually, I proposed in the cemetery. Next to your father, I had the tree wrapped in lights," he met her eyes. "I know most people would be shocked or appalled,"

"But not me," Clarke finished. She wiped her eyes with the tissue Bellamy offered. "You're perfect."

Bellamy opened his mouth, but the door was pushed open. Abby ran to Clarke's side, wrapping her in a tearful hug. Behind her, Dr. Kane and the Neurologist.