Lucinda Kane was one of 100 prisoners exiled to Earth for their crimes in the sky. Relying on her beauty, intelligence, and physical skill to navigate the challenges of this new world will she survive everything Earth has to bring? All is fair in lo...
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"Your new girl is my clone.... Baby, was it over when she laid down on your couch?... Was it over then? And is it over now?"
Is it over now? - Taylor Swift
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LUCINDA'S POV
I felt my mind stir into consciousness as I became aware of the cool, unforgiving surface beneath my lower body. In contrast, my head rested against something warm and firm, offering an unexpected sense of comfort.
As my senses gradually sharpened, I realised that someone's fingers were gently threading through my hair. With a slow, deliberate effort, I opened my eyes to the sterile, metallic interior of the drop ship. Raising my gaze further, I found myself staring into the familiar face of Bellamy.
I realised that my head was cradled tenderly in his lap as he sat with his legs stretched out and his back leaning against the wall of the drop ship. His eyes were staring into the distance, lost in a deep thought. His fingers continued their soothing motion through my hair until I suddenly sat up, propelled by a rush of emotion.
Without hesitation, I threw my arms around his neck and climbed onto his lap. The urgency of my embrace was met with equal desire as Bellamy wrapped his arms tightly around me, pulling me close to his chest.
"Oh god, Lu." Bellamy breathed into my hair, his voice a mixture of relief and desperation. His hand stroked my back with a tender, reassuring rhythm as if to confirm that I was truly there, safe in his arms.
"You really scared me this time." Bellamy whispered, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin of my neck before I leaned back, meeting his concerned gaze.
"What did I miss since I've been out?" I questioned, ignoring Bellamy's concern and avoiding an emotional confrontation.
"Not much besides some idiot burning down the smokehouse. So Clarke and Finn took a group out to go hunting." Bellamy informed me but as I opened my mouth to respond, a sharp, searing pain suddenly shot through my head. I groaned, clutching the back of my head as my vision blurred and dark spots danced before my eyes.
"What's going on? Are you okay?" Bellamy's voice was urgent, filled with worry as he sat upright, watching me struggle. I pressed my palms against my temples, hoping to alleviate the intense pressure. After what felt like an eternity, the dizziness began to fade, the dark spots gradually dispersing, leaving a dull, throbbing ache at the back of my mind.
"Ugh, it's my head. It won't stop pounding." I groaned between laboured breaths, looking up at him. "After the bomb went off, I hit my head from the impact."
