
bellarke au || bellamy + clarke as backpackers who keep meeting in europe
So I will not ask you where you came from.
I would not ask and neither would you.- london -
They don’t meet in a coffee shop, air hazy with almost glances and foreign fog, the smell of espressos and summer drugging the tourists and wakening the locals, that slow whisper of global possibility egging them all on.
They don’t meet underneath the Eiffel Tower, grass prickling her back, flattening underneath his sneakers, tasting lights with their eyes, because stories like those are too perfect.
Clarke and Bellamy’s? Not even close.
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