Warnings: Angst, Sadness, etcâŠ
Synopsis: Bellamy breaks up with you in order to protect youâŠ
Authors Note: Iâm sorry if this is crappy, but this is my first piece of writing Iâm publishing so you can get a sense of me as an author. Please feel free to request! This is my work, not anyone elseâs 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.
âWhat is it, Y/N? Whatâs wrong?â He says, immediately expressing concern that hasnât 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.
âBellamy, weâre running out of food,â Y/N states the obvious, concern writing itself on her face as well, âlet me go hunting with you, I can help! Iâm not weak anymore, youâve trained me not to be.â
Bellamyâs face shifts from concern, to a different emotion. Almost as if heâs annoyed with her asking, âNo Y/N, weâve talked about this. Youâre needed inside the walls when Iâm gone, someone has to keep everything in check.â
âYou know thatâs not the only reason,â She takes a step forward again, her face hearing in a desperate attempt to get out from behind these walls, âPlease, Bellamy, I can do this. Trust me.â
As he shakes his head, she lets out a scoff, âI said no, and thatâs the end of it.â She shakes her head to mirror his, stepping away from him with a look of frustration, âYou canât keep me in here shielded away from everything. Weâre partners, weâre supposed to be in this together.â
And as the sigh comes the follows a look of disapproval, she grunts, turning her back towards him. âWhatever happened to âwhatever the hell we wantâ,â She grumbles towards him as she stomps away, a plan formulating in her head.
Y/N letâs 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 hadnât 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 didnât cooperate as the beat her senseless, but Y/N still refused to speak.
Y/Nâs 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 doesnât 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.
âCâmon, Princess, stay awake for me,â 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.
âBellâŠâ Y/N mumbles out, but itâs distorted with the blood in her mouth as she coughs again.
âDonât worry, Iâm gonna get you home, youâre gonna be fine,â he says, but itâs almost in a way that it sounds like heâs reassuring himself more than her.
âBell⊠I-I love you,â She whimpers out as he lifts her into his arms, but she doesnât 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.
âBellamy..â she trails off, her voice soft yet broken, âWhat-whatâs wrong?â
Bellamy lowers his head besides her, grasping his hands together in his lap, âI told you not to go hunting, Y/N. Look what happened to you.â
His voice sounds distant, and yet angry still. But the anger is misplaced.
âI did what I thought was right. You werenât doing anything in that moment,â her words mean to come out angry, but they donât. Instead, they are confused, âthis isnât about what happened though, is it?â Her next question takes a minute or two before it fills the air,
âWhy are you being so distant?â
The silence that follows seems like it could be cut with a butter knife. Y/NâS eyes fill with tears as she expects the worse, as well as the pain throughout her body causing it, âBellamy, please answer meâŠâ
And after another moment of silence, Bellamyâs eyes find their way to hers, but not filled with the warmth that was once there for her.
âI donât love you anymore, Y/N,â he says coldly, his voice wavering slightly though.
âNoâŠâ she whispered, her tears falling, âI donât believe you.â
âBelieve me,â he was fighting back tears of his own, he repeats, âI donât love you anymore.â 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 itâs 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 didnât mix like the light wind and soft drizzle they used to be did. Not down here.
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