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TWENTY TWO. may we meet again
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If you had asked Tatum four years ago what she thought her life would be like, she would have very well told you she'd die by the age of eighteen. But she wasn't dead, no matter how many times the universe tried to tear her down. She always came back up stronger. She was eighteen-years-old, alive, and she wasn't the same girl she was back on the Ark. No longer that person who was afraid to speak up about her ex boyfriend, or the girl who thought she was going to die on the sky box. She was strong. A leader. She'd be okay.
If today was her last day to live, Tatum would be okay knowing she fought her hardest. Her whole life was about surviving now and she had to be strong, not only for herself, but for her friends.
But now they were in a war. A cluster of kids whose lives were taken from them by the Ark. Her girlhood was over. She was now the center of an atrocity.
The boys carried Raven on the makeshift stretcher. Her skin was growing paler by the minute. Bellamy stood looking around the almost abandoned camp. Everything he worked towards, what he tried to build, was slipping through his fingers. A pair of cold hands brushed against his neck and he flinched, until he saw who it was, then he relaxed under her touch. "You did good here, Bell."
He shook his head. "Eighteen dead."
"Eighty two alive." Tatum emphasized. She brought her hands to his face and her thumbs brushed against his cheeks. "You did good. I'm proud of you. We would have never gotten this far without you."
"Give yourself more credit, Tate. You've done just as much as I have."
"We're a team." She said with a small smile.
Bellamy grinned. "Yeah, we're a team."
She brought her face closer to his. "If this is our last day, I want you to know that I love you. And if we somehow get separated, I will find you. I will always find you." She whispered.
His eyes glossed over but he wouldn't cry. He would do that later. He turned away from her to pick up a bucket of water. He poured it over the still burning fire, the smoke rising to the sky. Bellamy looked back at her, seeing her standing there patiently, and he held out his hand. "Together?"
