The Silence of the Storm (Pt. 2)
Synopsis: Continuation on Silence of the Storm (Part 1)
Warnings: Angst, mentions of blood
A/N: OMG this is probably the best thing I’ve written yet. Due to Silence of the Storm being my most popular imagine, I’ve decided to make a continuation of it! If you’d like to see more parts in the future, please leave a request for it, reblog this post, like, comment, pretty much whatever to let me know!
Song to listen to: WILD by Troye Sivan
Y/N stares into the fire, a cold expression on her face. Around her, everyone was cheering and having a good time, but she didn’t feel up to the celebration. Her wounds were still healing, fading into scars slowly, but she wasn’t sure if the wound on her heart would ever heal.
“Y/N…” A voice trails off from besides her, and she looks over at Raven who sits next to her, offering her a cup of Monty’s moonshine, “You haven’t talked in a week. What’s going on?”
Y/N takes the cup and stares into its’ contents, her eyes puffy from crying and her throat raw, but she didn’t have it in her anymore to continue, “After all we’ve been through, after getting to the ground and having to fight for our lives, he decides now that he doesn’t love me.”
Raven’s lips purse slightly, and immediately knows what Y/N is talking about. More so, who she’s talking about. It was no secret about Bellamy and hers relationship, but it was also no secret that something happened within the past week, as the two people seem to barely be able to look at each other.
“If it makes you feel any better, I’m in the same boat with Finn,” Raven offers, extending her leg out in front of her and taking a drink of moonshine, allowing her brows to furrow in a feeling of emptiness.
“When does it stop?” Y/N asks, her fingers still gripping onto the full cup in her hands, “The pain? I never thought I’d be the type of person to break after being broken up with, and yet, here I am.” Y/N laughs slightly at the end, but there’s no humor in it. Just disbelief.
“You’re not broken, Y/N,” Raven says, a bit harshly, though that wasn’t the intention, “You’re hurting. It’s different. Besides, Bellamy is the idiot that lost something great with you. Don’t beat yourself up about it.”
Y/N simply shakes her head at her friend, her stone-faced facade cracking as she sniffles slightly. “I wish I could believe you,” is all she says before throwing her head back and downing the moonshine quickly, setting the cup to the side and getting up to go back to her tent.
Raven watches after her friend with concern lacing her expression, looking down at the now empty cup on the ground. She looks across the ground to see Bellamy in a similar position as Y/N was, but near the fence. Raven sighs as she downs the rest of her drink before making her way over to him as well. Might as well try to fix something…
Raven sits down besides Bellamy’s hunched figure, and before she even opens her mouth to speak, he beats her to it.
“Look at her,” He whispers, watching Y/N’s figure walk into her tent, “She was so happy, and I destroyed her. She’s always on the verge of tears, and I haven’t seen her smile since the day I broke up with her.”
Bellamy’s expression was enough to make Raven’s heart crack a bit, and as much as she couldn’t stand the guy for what he did to her friend, she realizes he still isn’t over her either.
Bellamy looks from where Y/N was to Raven, his own eyes glassed over slightly, “Tell her I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for hurting her.”
Raven nods at his words a bit, moving her gaze from his to the celebration that was going on. “I will,” she starts, “But for the record? You didn’t destroy her. You’re not that powerful. She cried over you. She cried over you for days, and still is. But she’ll get out of it.”
“I know,” is all Bellamy says, so caught up in his own thoughts he doesn’t see the glare Raven sends towards him. Not until she speaks with such venom lacing her voice it makes him wince.
“Then why didn’t you reach out to her? Why didn’t you give her the closure that she needs?”
“Because I’m hurting too!” Bellamy shouts, his emotions finally getting the best of him for a moment, but he quiets down as he sees the looks from the other campers, “Because I’m afraid that if I see her crying in front of me, I’ll apologize and beg for her back! But I can’t do that,” his gaze drops and he runs his hands over his face,
“I can’t hurt her anymore than I already have.”
*
Y/N rushes into the dropship as people flee towards it, blood dripping from numerous areas of their bodies.
“Clarke, what’s going on?” She asks as she sees the blonde in a hammock, but gasps as Clarke turns around to face her and her eyes drip with blood.
“Y/N, you can’t be in here,” Clarke says breathily, like it takes all of her energy, “You’ll get sick too. We have a plan, just stay in your tent until this is over with.”
Y/N’s eyes are wide, but she nods at Clarke’s words. She goes to run out of the dropship, but the moment she turns around, someone carries in another body. Bellamy’s body. Her heart cracks in her chest, but she realizes now is not the time for her feelings to get in the way.
“Set him over here,” Y/N says, gesturing to an empty makeshift mattress, and Bellamy gets set down rather roughly, too rough for Y/N’s liking. She gets a wet rag from the corner tub and rushes back over to Bellamy, dropping to her knees besides him and running the rag across his forehead, wiping away the blood. Her attempt is futile though, because immediately Bellamy turns to his side and starts to choke on his own blood, retching it out of his system.
“It’s okay, Bellamy, you’re going to be okay,” Y/N shushes, brushing his hair back from his face no matter how much she just wants to get up and run away.
“Y/N, don’t touch me, you can’t be here,” Bellamy pants as Y/N flips him back onto his back once he’s done, his eyes barely able to stay open, “You’re going to get sick.”
“Funny, Clarke said the same thing,” Y/N states in an attempt to lighten the mood, but she can’t quite bring that attempt to her face, “If you’re just now getting sick after all of these people, and I don’t feel a thing, I think I’m in the clear.”
Y/N re-dampens the rag and goes to run it over his forehead again to bring down the fever, but his hand reaches out to grasp her wrist, his eyes wildly searching for hers.
“Stay with me, please.”
His voice breaks as he speaks, and Y/N can’t help the wince that crosses her face. Every instinct in her body is telling her to snatch her wrist away, to yell and cry at him, to run out of the dropship and never return. She can’t bring herself to do it.
“Okay,” Her voice cracks, but she does her best to send the smallest smile towards him. His head falls back in what seems like relief, and his eyes close. As he slips out of consciousness before her, his hand finds its way to hers and latches onto it, almost terrified that she’s going to get up and leave. Scared that she’s going to do what he did.
Y/N swallows the lump in her throat and gazes down at Bellamy, her bottom lip trembling. “It’s okay,” she repeats, brushing her hand through his hair, “You’re still my person, even if I’m not yours.”
