WONDERING ➭ THE 100

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 TWENTY-EIGHT ・*:·. ⇌ ஜ .·:*

   "Listen, there's a very thin line between brave and stupid– and this crosses it."

    Sterling ignores her attempting to tie the rope around his waist, one-handed. "Would you just shut the hell up and help me tie this?" He snaps glaring at her through his eyelashes, Millie shakes her head.

    "You're asking me to help kill you,"she enunciated, irritation began to pick at her. "this is a terrible, terribly foolish idea." She states, unable to hold back the twitch of her lip as Sterling successfully ties his rope and moves closer to the edge.

    Millie glances at Finn and Bellamy, who were too busy arguing about whether they should help or not to notice. Monroe is still frozen in shock, staring down at the girl she supposedly knows. And John...who knows what Johns doing. Some part of her tells her he knows what Sterling is doing, but he keeps his back to them.

    Sterlings fearful eyes flicker back to her before lowering himself, mid-air. "Let's see what happens."

     "Wait! Sterling! Hey!" Finn finally catches on, the three boys racing to stop Sterling. But it's too late. "I can't hang on!" The girl from below screeches.

    "Well, it looks like we're taking that break after all, huh?" John remarks, earning four matching glares.

    Bellamy turns to her, eyebrows furrowed. "Why didn't you stop him?" He questions, Millie shrugs which only seems to infuriate Bellamy further.

    She licks her lips, keeping her eyes on Sterling as she responds. He's going to die, and so is she. "You don't think I tried? He was too hellbent on saving her." She mutters. Maybe if she would've helped him tie the rope, he wouldn't be falling into his death. But there was no stopping desperation.

    "Obviously not hard enough." Bellamy retorts, Millie doesn't miss the icy way it comes out.

    The blonde wants to scream and shout, at Bellamy, at Sterling, at Finn– at herself. Because man, it doesn't seem like it– but she blames herself for growing to care so much about these people. She wants to tell him she wishes she could've convinced him not to go down, not to save his friend. But how can you convince a man of that? It would eat him up inside until there would be nothing left. She wants to tell him she wants fo find Clarke and Octavia as much as the rest of them.

    But instead she says, "it isn't my job to control your people, Bellamy. This was his choice, now he has to pay for it." Bellamy's eyes flash for a moment, a flash of something she doesn't recognize before both of their attention diverts away from one another.

    Millie used to love being at the top of a cliff. As odd as that sounded, the adrenaline was a fun high. Admitting it out loud would've made Millie look like a sociopath, but the way the crash looked beneath them created black smoke that drifted off into the distance– it looked like a painting. Sterling was about halfway down at this point, his struggle to hold himself up much longer was becoming abundantly clear as he grunted with each time he lowered himself.

    "I'm almost there! Once I have her, pull us up!"

     "Well, I'd say he's heard one too many of your motivational speeches." John retorts, taking a jab at Bellamy whom huffed.