Anagapesis - The feeling when one no longer loves someone they once did -if you're still doing prompts
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This should hurt more.
That was the first thought that crossed Gina’s mind when she saw Bellamy walking up ahead, Clarke tucked into his side.
She’d known what she was getting into when she started dating him, or so she thought. Bellamy had been upfront with her from the start; I fell in love with my best friend but she loves someone else, he had told her when she asked why he was on a dating site. Her friends said it was a red flag— and it was— but Gina decided she liked him anyway. She appreciated his honesty and besides, Clarke had moved to Baltimore to live with her girlfriend. Bellamy was worth the risk, she figured.
Her yoga mat thumped softly against her hip and half a block ahead, Clarke laughed at something Bellamy said and then he laughed in return.
They’d made a good run of it, all things considered. It was casual at first but it quickly became clear to her that he wasn’t really capable of casual, and in under three months he was practically living at her place. And his feelings for her were genuine— she knew that, and she still didn’t doubt it. He cared about her and she cared about him— maybe even loved him— but he couldn’t make it to that next step, no matter how hard he tried. And god, did he try.
But she knew it was over even before Clarke moved back from Baltimore, single and in need of her best friend. They were trying to make it into something they weren’t, and she was already trying to figure out a way to walk away when Clarke stopped by to say hello. Bellamy had never told Clarke how he felt, but Gina took one look at the look on Clarke’s face and knew that their story wasn’t over yet.
She didn’t leave him because she didn’t want to come between their epic love. And she didn’t leave with a smile on her lips and wishing him the best. She’d left in anger and frustration, because he wanted to love her and he couldn’t, and that fucking sucked. She’d spent months cursing him and getting drunk with her friends, plotting his inevitable downfall.
She left him because she deserved better, dammit.
And now there he was, in her line of vision for the first time in a year. And Clarke was with him, and yet her heart didn’t twist or sink or any other cliche. Next to her, Luna followed her gaze and twined their fingers together. “That’s them, isn’t it?” she murmured.
“Yeah.”
“You okay?” Luna’s face was nothing but concern, and Gina’s heart felt soft and mushy.
“I’m fine,” she said, and leaned over to kiss her girlfriend’s temple.
And she was.