Get Lucky| b.blake

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Fallon's POV

Most of my people had cleared out of the valley.

I roamed alone staring at the bodies. I'm not sure what my expression was but it wasn't good. Too much blood had been spilled here.

And it was my fault.

I wasn't sure how long I had been here after everyone else. Time had seemed to be slipping away from me. My eyes moved from body to body and I was obviously looking at the same bodies over and over.

139 people died.

20 of the 100.

50 Grounders.

69 Flouters.

All dead.

I spun as a loud snapping of a branch startled me. I then became calm for a brief moment as I saw it was Bellamy. What was he doing here? Shouldn't he be back at camp with his sister and mom?

"I was trying to be sneaking." He said. "It didn't work." A small smirk came on his face as he stopped next to me. Bellamy's gaze locked on mine but I was looking at the bodies. My body was tense and I was one bad phrase away from crying. He sighed.

Sure it smelled, but only of metallic blood that has been spilled. I scrunched my nose and tried to visibly shiver but failed. Shivers ranked down my spine, my body shook as cold rises threw my body.

"It's not your fault." He said looking at the bodies. I closed my eyes softly before tuning away from him. Bellamy always knew what too say and I never knew how to respond to him. If we were together then I would have linked my hand with his and rested my head on his shoulder.

But we weren't.

So I pressed my lips and gave him a small forced smile. I could tell me was frustrated. I glanced at his forehead, the long gash on his forehead was stitched and patched. Clarke. She was good like that.

"Fallon?" I almost cringed as he spoke my name. Usually he called me princess. Hearing my name escape his lips made me sick.

Then his hand landed on my arm, I tried not to flinch or move towards him. So I stood completely still, his hand felt like acid. But it was like I was addicted to the acid. Like I needed it to breath so I couldn't pull back. And I also knew enough not to lean in, so I only froze in my spot.

"You should come back to camp." He whispered now standing closer to me. I could smell him. Not the forest but him. I swallowed and shook my head.

"I can't." I said in a small voice. "Not while they interrogate my mom." I shivered. No interrogate was the wrong word. Torture. But I wasn't able to say it out loud. It would make me sick. Even if he did kill Roy, tried to kill Finn and I. She was still my mom. She had taken care of me when no one else did. She birthed me. She raised me.

"Then I'll stay." Bellamy said with a shrug. His hand clasped around my wrist. Pulling me along with me to a tent. One which was not my moms.

"Bellamy-" I tried but he cut me off with a glance. I paused and follows him knowing it was not use fighting him. He was going to stay and it was going to be awkward as hell.

"You shouldn't be alone." His hand slid from my wrist to my fingers, his crossing over mine. Bellamy looked only at our now joined hands. "Not after today." His head shook as he held the door to a tent. My hand then slipped from his and I took a seat cross legged on the small cot. He sat across from me.

"This is my fault. " I said more so talking to myself than him. Bellamy sighed, hanging his head for a second before looking up at me.

"It's not your fault your mom wanted to kill us." He shook his head violently. Bellamy was still mad at me and I wasn't sure if he could even look me in the eyes. "You gave us peace with the grounders and helped us fight for our lives." Bellamy insisted to me, pushing his head forward. "You gave me my mom back."

"I lied to you about that." I pointed out with a twisted face. He shrugged.

"I can't be mad at you for something I would have done too." Bellamy whispered. I couldn't help but break into a small grin. "If you need forgiveness, I can give you that." He nodded and finally met my eyes.

"Thank you." I whispered and he broke into a grin. "Bellamy I-"

I was cut off by the feeling if his lips against mine. They were rougher than I remembered but they still felt familiar. His body was still a distance between our bodies, I grabbed at his waist before I pulled his body over mine. He was hovering over me and his hands on my neck.

"Beautiful." He mumbled against my neck. I giggled and smiled, pushing my face into his neck. I was never sure how he always managed to be smell so good even where we were.

"Bell." I managed to make out through giggles and moans. His hands ranked up as down my sides. "I- I-" I said to him and I tried to continued but he cut me off.

"I love you Fallon Rose." He managed. I smiled and blood rushed to my cheeks.

"I love you Bellamy Blake." I smiled, kissing him one more time.

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A/N

This is the end..... I really enjoyed writing this book and I will be starting a new Bellamy Blake book.

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