The Games ~ Book 2 ~ (The 100/Bellarke)

Chapter thirty-six

Octavia's eyes when wide, when she realized that Lincoln had stopped breathing. He only stared blankly into the sky.

"No, Lincoln." Octavia cried. "Oh God, please, no. No,no,no."

Miller stood silently next to Octavia, he just killed a man, he just killed one of his teammates.

Quickly, Octavia felt rage and anger start to build up inside of her. She clenched her fists together and slowly she rose to her feet. She turned around to see Miller.

"You! You!" She yelled.

Octavia ran at him and angrily while yet still sad she beat her fists into his chest. It didn't hurt him much, because she was much too weak.

"You killed him." Octavia stopped pounding her fists on Miller chest, and instead she buried her face in him, crying. "He's dead. He was the only one I had left."

Miller didn't bother responding, he just stood there, not doing anything for the longest time. Until finally, she lifted up his hand and placed it on Octavia's back, rubbing his hand up and down her back.

"H-he's dead." Octavia began to cry harder. "I don't even tell him that I loved him back!"

"Octavia-" Miller spoke gently.

"I lost everyone!" Octavia cried. "I lost Bellamy, my mother, Clarke, and now I lost Lincoln."

"Oc-"

"I loose everyone that I love." Octavia confessed with tears streamed down her face and new ones forming in her eyes.
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Clarke and Bellamy walked side by side, with Charlotte at Clarke's other side.

The three didn't know what else to do, but walk. They had no idea of what to do, they figured that walking was their best option. They were hoping to just stumble upon Octavia and the others, but it wouldn't be that simple.

"Do you think they're alive, you know Octavia and them, do you think they're alive?" Charlotte asked.

Bellamy swallowed before answering, "I hope so."

"That's all we can do. Hope." Charlotte said gently. "And nothing is better than hope."

Clarke looked over from Charlotte to Bellamy with a sorrow look in her eyes. She knew that Bellamy must've been falling apart without his sister. His sister was his everything. Although, she knew that he was acting strong. He was pretending to be fine.

Clarke slowly reached her hand over toward Bellamy, and grabbed his hand.

Bellamy looked down at Clarke, slightly surprised by her actions. Bellamy intertwined his fingers with Clarke's, his Princess.

"I'm very hopeful that they're alive." Charlotte added as the group continued walking.