WONDERING ➭ THE 100

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 TWENTY-SEVEN ・*:·. ⇌ ஜ  .·:*

   "It's beautiful," the blonde breathed, eyes racking over the screen. The boy next to her smirked.

   "I knew you'd think so." He said, swiping the screen as a new picture appeared. In front of her were miles and miles of lush green forest, stretching out for as far as she could see. Birds and animals roamed the land, interacting with each other as they once did. The next photo revealed a lake, she could barely see the land on the other side. The sun glistened down, giving it a shimmery look.

   She turned to him excitedly, "well what are we waiting for?" She asked eagerly, bouncing on her toes. "Call him in here now, let's get this show on the road."

   To her surprise, the boy frowned. "Cordelia, we can't just rush into these things– there's dangerous–"

   She rolls her eyes. "I know the risks, okay? And I'm willing to take the chance, if it means we get to go home." She assured him softly, though he didn't seem so convinced.

   "But you don't understand, you could lose your–"

   "Cordelia," A new voice called from the other side of the room, but the girls eyes never moved from the picture. She was sure it didn't do the real thing justice. "You're needed at the bridge, now."

   She rolls her eyes playfully, sending a wink towards her friend. "Duty calls."

   Millie shoots up with a sharp gasp, her breath shaky as she heaves in and out quietly. 'Find something you recognize, let it bring you back.' Lincoln's soft tone fills her head, and her eyes search the dark forest. Trees, trees, more trees– it all looks the same. Cordelia. Cordelia.
Who was she? Millie never, even after all this time could recall anything from her past. She blinked rapidly, her mind desperately trying to grasp and hold onto the memory for as long as she could.

   Millie deflated as the bright white room and the man's voice faded from her mind. Cordelia. 'Find something you recognize, let it bring you back.' But it was dark, the only thing she could find were the trees. And they all looked the same.

   "Hey, are you alright?" Millie flinched violently as a hand landed on her shoulder softly. They retracted it so swiftly, as if they had been burned.

   Bellamy. She recognized Bellamy.

   She blinked as her eyes adjusted, her chest and breathing going back to its regular pace. She swallowed thickly, peering up at Bellamy as he stood above her with knitted eyebrows. He pulled his lip between his teeth and slumped down beside her.

   It wasn't the most comfortable of positions, Millie's side tucked into a crevice in the rock wall. It wasn't anything she wasn't used to, though. However, Millie sincerely doubted Bellamy was used to it. He let a small smile fall, leaning his head against the rock.

   "I thought I lost you for a minute, there." Bellamy commented after a moment, so soft Millie could hardly hear him. Her gaze flickered to him and frankly, he looked like hell–purple bags under his eyes that had become bruises.