Daylight |Bellamy Blake

Twenty-three

A/N: This chapter contains a mature and explicit scene. Please do not read if you are under 18, the scene will be marked and in italics. Thanks for all the support.

The hustle of the return of the hunting parties dies down as everyone goes off to their duties. Bellamy leaves for his guard shift, and I am left with a few people sorting through the new supplies.

As I finish sorting through some rations, my attention is drawn to Raven's form in the dim light of the fire stomping away from Murphy, her frustration evident in every step. Concern gnaws at me, prompting me to intervene and see if she's alright.

"Raven!" I call out, stepping forward as she passes by. She turns to face me, her expression a storm of anger and resentment. "You okay?" I inquire, hoping to offer some support.

"They don't waste time. I'll give them that. What's it been, a day and a half?" she replies bitterly, her words laced with venom.

"Clarke and Finn?" I hazard a guess, knowing the tumultuous history between them.

"Who else?" she retorts, her tone sharp as she turns away from me, frustration radiating from her every pore.

"Maybe you should try to move on," I suggest gently, hoping to offer some perspective. Raven pauses, her gaze meeting mine as she weighs my words, but her resolve remains unyielding.

"I wish it were that easy. Just leave me alone," she snaps, her frustration evident in every syllable as she storms away once more, leaving me with a heavy heart and a sense of helplessness.

The familiar scent of Bellamy's tent envelopes me as I slip inside, the quiet solitude a welcomed respite from the chaos outside. I glance around, noting the emptiness of the space, a silent reminder of Bellamy's absence as he remains on guard duty.

With a sigh, I shed my jacket and boots, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling into my bones. All I crave is a moment of respite, a chance to rest my weary eyes. I crawl beneath the blankets of our shared bed, relishing in its warmth and familiarity.

Resting my head on my palm, I let my eyelids drift shut, the rhythmic sounds of camp life outside serving as a lullaby. The familiarity of the space offers a comforting solace, and I let my eyes drift shut. Before long, sleep claims me, wrapping me in its gentle embrace swiftly, offering a temporary escape from the trials of our reality.

The rustling of the tent flap wakes me up, and I immediately sit up to see Bellamy entering. His face morphs into one of surprise as he sees me rubbing my eyes at the remains of my quick sleep.

"Hey," he says softly, a smile spreading across his face as he steps closer. "I didn't expect to find you here."

"I just needed a quick nap," I reply, stretching a bit before sitting up fully. "It's been a long day."

He nods, his eyes softening with understanding. "I know the feeling." He sits down beside me, the bed dipping slightly under his weight. "How's everything outside?"

"Mostly sorted," I say, giving him a brief rundown. "Rations are organised, and most people are back. Still waiting on Clarke and Finn."

Bellamy sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I hope they're okay. It's been tense out there."

"Yeah, it has," I agree, feeling the weight of the day's events settles back onto my shoulders.

He looks at me, concern evident in his eyes. "You should get some more rest."

I immediately shake my head at the suggestion. Despite only catching an hour's sleep, I feel well-rested and ready to get something done. "I don't feel tired anymore. I should go help," I say, moving to get up.