i love you forever bellamy blake.

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Bellamy walked into the tent, “hey there gorgeous.” he grinned, hands settling on your waist.

you took his hands away and gave him a half smile, “hey.”

his eye brows furrowed with concern, “you okay?”

“just feeling kinda weird, i dont know, its nothing.” you sighed.

“is this about your waist?” he asked.

will Bellamy ever come for you?

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p.1

Bellamy didn’t know what was happening to you, Pike kept it well hidden. He told Bellamy you hadn’t left the cell for weeks and were well taken care of, but visitors were not allowed. He followed instructions, keeping distracted in the days that you were away from him, hoping that you were okay. 

Weeks went by without a word from Pike about how you were doing, and Bellamy was starting to get anxious. Now, he laid in bed, watching the spot next to him, hoping that maybe if he wished hard enough, you would be there again, you would roll over and caress his face, kiss his cheek, tell him everything would be okay.

He sighed and pushed the sheet back from his body, pulling on some clothes and tucking a hand gun into the back of his jeans. He had to see you.

The halls seemed to stretch on and on endlessly, like he would never make it to you, no matter how many turns and corners he took. Bellamy started to run, desperate to know you were okay, and finally he made it. The first thing he saw was Lincoln bending over a crumpled body. Your back was covered in bruises and healing cuts, which would surely turn into scars later on. He recognized you immediately, and tears filled the bottoms of his eyes, a few spilled over onto his cheeks.

This whole time, you had been suffering in here. “Y/N?” His voice cracked, and Lincoln stood, grimacing at Bellamy. He walked to the bars, leaning against them while Bellamy talked. “What happened?”

“Well, she still hasn’t cracked, but Pike wants to know where the rest of her clan is. You shouldn’t have let them take her, Bell, they’re really doing a number on her.” Lincoln felt a light hand on his shoulder, and he turned around, your bruised face greeted him, but your gaze never left Bellamy’s. 

“I want to talk to him, Lincoln, thank you.” Bellamy put his hand over his mouth, more tears flying down his cheeks. He reached in and took your hands in his, bringing them to his mouth to kiss your fingers.

“I’m so sorry, I’m gonna get you out of this, trust me.”

“Pike told me you wouldn’t come to help me.”

“I didn’t know this was happening to you, Y/N.” You didn’t say anything, just nodded and moved your hands so that your fingers twined together. “I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too, Bell.” You stood there for awhile, staring at each other, watching and admiring. It seemed to only be seconds before he had to leave, and the warmth of his presence was gone immediately. You were cold after he left, and Lincoln was the only solace. He had become one of your best friends while living in Arkadia, and he didn’t fail you now. You turned to Lincoln in the middle of the night, hoping he was still awake. The moonlight was flooding across his face, and his eyes were closed, but you spoke anyways. “Do you think he’ll help us?”

Lincoln’s eyes fluttered open gently, and he stared at you for a moment before answering. “I don’t think he can help us.”

It was only days later when Pike came to you in the cell, a large grin on his face. “I heard about Bellamy’s visit. Did you hear about what happened this morning?” You didn’t answer, just stared at him from your place on the floor. “Three hundred grounders were sent here, supposedly as a peaceful force, but I saw right through that. Three hundred grounders were sent here, and they are all dead.”

Tears fell down to your lips, and finally you looked at him, sniffled. “Why are you still here? Just want to rub it in my face?”

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