Warnings: Angst, Sadness, etc…
Synopsis: Bellamy breaks up with you in order to protect you…
Authors Note: I’m sorry if this is crappy, but this is my first piece of writing I’m publishing so you can get a sense of me as an author. Please feel free to request! This is my work, not anyone else’s right now :)
Song to listen to: Jet Black Heart by 5 Seconds of Summer
Y/N says as she makes her way over to him with a purpose, her eyes focused on nothing but him. You see, they were dating before they got sent down to their deaths, before she got herself locked away in the SkyBox. And the moment they saw each other down here, it was like nothing had changed. Until recently.
“What is it, Y/N? What’s wrong?” He says, immediately expressing concern that hasn’t shown in a while, and his eyebrows knit together. He waves away the kids asking him what to do next, turning his attention towards her.
“Bellamy, we’re running out of food,” Y/N states the obvious, concern writing itself on her face as well, “let me go hunting with you, I can help! I’m not weak anymore, you’ve trained me not to be.”
Bellamy’s face shifts from concern, to a different emotion. Almost as if he’s annoyed with her asking, “No Y/N, we’ve talked about this. You’re needed inside the walls when I’m gone, someone has to keep everything in check.”
“You know that’s not the only reason,” She takes a step forward again, her face hearing in a desperate attempt to get out from behind these walls, “Please, Bellamy, I can do this. Trust me.”
As he shakes his head, she lets out a scoff, “I said no, and that’s the end of it.” She shakes her head to mirror his, stepping away from him with a look of frustration, “You can’t keep me in here shielded away from everything. We’re partners, we’re supposed to be in this together.”
And as the sigh comes the follows a look of disapproval, she grunts, turning her back towards him. “Whatever happened to ‘whatever the hell we want’,” She grumbles towards him as she stomps away, a plan formulating in her head.
Y/N let’s out a cough that caused blood to splatter on the ground as another punch lands against her stomach.
Flashback to 12 hours ago, she had the bright idea to go off on her own to do some hunting, and she hadn’t thought to tell anyone where she was or to bring a gun with her. Just as she was about to get a kill, she almost become one. A grounder had appeared from behind her, effectively knocking her unconscious and dragging her to who-knows where. They were gonna kill her soon if she didn’t cooperate as the beat her senseless, but Y/N still refused to speak.
Y/N’s head hangs low as her eyes flutter shut, the grounder taking a break momentarily as he stalks up the stairs in front of her. She doesn’t realize how long she stays in this position for, tied up and slowly bleeding out, before she hears the sounds of gunshots and someone falling. The rhythm of feet moving quickly down the stairs fills the room, and not too long after that she feels her feet on solid ground.
“C’mon, Princess, stay awake for me,” the familiar nickname comes off of the only voice that uses it in regards to her, and her head bobs up slightly to see the distressed Bellamy cutting her bindings.
“Bell…” Y/N mumbles out, but it’s distorted with the blood in her mouth as she coughs again.
“Don’t worry, I’m gonna get you home, you’re gonna be fine,” he says, but it’s almost in a way that it sounds like he’s reassuring himself more than her.
“Bell… I-I love you,” She whimpers out as he lifts her into his arms, but she doesn’t hear a reply back as she fades out of consciousness.
Y/N wakes up after what feels like decades, immediately turning onto her side and grounding. Her cuts and gashes were wrapped up tightly, her bruises having some sort of ointment on them, and her head pounding. She lies there for a moment, taking in the realization that Bellamy found her and brought her back, before realizing that same person was sitting besides her, a couple of feet away.
Y/N leans back against the pillows as her eyes lock on his, her hand reaching to grab his to find nothing but air.
“Bellamy..” she trails off, her voice soft yet broken, “What-what’s wrong?”
Bellamy lowers his head besides her, grasping his hands together in his lap, “I told you not to go hunting, Y/N. Look what happened to you.”
His voice sounds distant, and yet angry still. But the anger is misplaced.
“I did what I thought was right. You weren’t doing anything in that moment,” her words mean to come out angry, but they don’t. Instead, they are confused, “this isn’t about what happened though, is it?” Her next question takes a minute or two before it fills the air,
“Why are you being so distant?”
The silence that follows seems like it could be cut with a butter knife. Y/N’S eyes fill with tears as she expects the worse, as well as the pain throughout her body causing it, “Bellamy, please answer me…”
And after another moment of silence, Bellamy’s eyes find their way to hers, but not filled with the warmth that was once there for her.
“I don’t love you anymore, Y/N,” he says coldly, his voice wavering slightly though.
“No…” she whispered, her tears falling, “I don’t believe you.”
“Believe me,” he was fighting back tears of his own, he repeats, “I don’t love you anymore.” Of course he was lying, he loved her, dear god he loved her. More than words could every properly explain, but he needed to protect her, and this was how we could.
He walks out of the drop-ship as she sobs for him, and it’s only as his back his turned does he let his tears fall. He loved her, but he was a hurricane and she was a tornado. And they just didn’t mix like the light wind and soft drizzle they used to be did. Not down here.
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