clarke didn’t realize how much falling down an incline could hurt. she had done it plenty of times before but this time hurt a little more than those of the past times. she couldn’t explain it but she’d live. hopefully. maybe it was the burden of everything she was thinking about that made it hurt that much more. maybe. maybe not. she’d try to find out but it probably wasn’t worth it.
the blonde lays where she is. it was kind of relaxing. not the fact that she was laying in a pile of mud with S H A R P rocks no doubt piercing the skin of her back because her jacket had moved and her shirt was thin but because of the fact that it was peaceful. there was just the wind blowing through the trees at a steady rate, the slight rustling of the drier leaves and footsteps. wait….—— f o o t s t e p s ? that wasn’t what she thought she’d be hearing.
she could hear movement. she knew someone was coming. maybe this would be the moment where she met her FATE. she wouldn’t mind it of course. she’d be with those she had taken. those who she had helped too. like adam. she may have gently placed a dagger into the boy’s neck but she had ended his suffering. that acid fog had taken his life long before clarke had. she just aided in the process of him letting go.
❝oh, y’know. laying in the mud. looking at the sky. ❞
it just had to be HIM who had to come out of the bushes. it couldn’t have been a hostile grounder or a reaper. maybe someone from mount weather who had actually survived the radiation that had flooded through all of the floors when THEY pulled the lever. it just had to be bellamy. this had to be some kind of a sign. a sign that her luck sucked and that she wasn’t gonna be able to get the hell away from him no matter how hard she tried.
the boy probably SHOULD HAVE been surprised, but he really wasn’t. he and
clarke would have met up again EVENTUALLY, even if the two of them really didn’t
want to. being within each other’s company was INEVITABLE, and maybe it was time
for bellamy to learn to accept that.
he let his gun slip back into his belt, a scoff pressing through chapped lips as he
shook his head at the blonde in front of him. while he didn’t WANT to be mad at her,
he figured he wasn’t WEAK enough to give in and let her have this win. he was just as
STUBBORN as she was, and he wasn’t afraid to prove that to be true.
clarke didn’t just LAY DOWN places. bellamy knew that. and, he sure as hell
knew that she would NEVER just take a moment to relax in the mud in the middle of
the woods. after all, she was always the one PUSHING FORWARD. she never caught
a break for herself, and he found it hard to believe that she was just VOLUNTARILY
chilling on the ground.
it was the ONLY thing he could ask without a BILLION more questions following.
he might have been ANGRY with her, but that didn’t mean he didn’t care about her
current state.
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