The 100 Imagines & Preferences

Grief |Bellamy Blake

So, hi. It's me. I'm sorry I haven't been doing requests or posting in general, but I've been extremely busy and i haven't had any time at all to write. But, I'm back, and I'm going to really try to get stuff out for you guys.

Imagine for brookeandgustavo
Sorry it's kind of short, but I really do hope you like it.

Warning: mentions of suicide (kind of?)_& jasper

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Bellamy leaned in the door frame, staring at your dark figure. Shoulders slouched, hand locked together, eyes fixated on the window of your room. He cautiously walked in, sitting down beside of you. You didn't even glance in his direction, staring in thought even when he placed his hand on your knee.

"How are you, Melissa?"

"He's gone." You croaked. Bellamy squeezed his eyes shut, pulling you gently into his side. "He was so depressed, he thought the world cursed him. And now, he-"

"I miss him too." Bellamy tried to fight back the tears, for you, but it was hard. Not only was Jasper your brother, but he was one of Bellamy's close friends. The guy to follow out Bellamy's started "what ever the hell you want" legacy.

"He was my brother Bell. I couldn't save him, I couldn't save my brother."

"It's hard to save someone from themselves." He spoke lowly, arms wrapped tightly around you as you hugged his side. Tears were flowing down your cheeks, and finally, they fell for Bellamy.

"That mountain fucked him up, he lost the girl he loved. And now, we lost him." You sobbed, your fingers tangling in Bellamy's shirt. "God, why did he ever have to ace chemistry."

"D-dont cry Melissa. I know it's hard, but Jasper wouldn't want you to cry over him." You pulled abruptly from his side, eyes glaring into him.

"So, you're telling me to do what he done? Turn to the bottle-"

"I'm telling you to do what he should have done." He smiled gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Tell me a story."

"What?"

"Would you rather remember Jasper how he was, or for what he was turned in to?" You stayed silent in replace of an answer, the man giving a light nod. "Good, so tell me a story about Jasper."

You stared at the man, before nodding lightly. Your eyes drifted off, and your mind soon pushed out the bad memories of the man he became and we're replaced with good memories. Bellamy took you hand, kissing each knuckle, before you smiled and finally began on one of the many stories you had of the boy.

Goodbye, Jasper Jordan <3