The 100 Imagines & Preferences

Regret |Bellamy Blake

Imagine request for skaikruanna

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"Fine, maybe I'll just fucking leave!" Jaws clenched, hands balled into fists, and voices raised in angered tones. You honestly couldn't remember what you were arguing about to begin with, but now hurtful words were thrown between the two of you.

"Maybe you should!" Bellamy yelled back at you, throwing his hands up. "Not like you being gone will change anything." He spat, turning sharply. And that was the end of it, but the beginning of the tears welling up in your eyes. You let out a low breath, wiping away the tears of anger and hurt.

Ignoring the watching eyes, you stormed away to your tent, grabbing your pack and shoving things inside. You stormed out, Miller catching your arm before you could leave.

"Bri-"

"Save it. I don't matter to this camp, or boss man. I don't know why I haven't done this sooner." You tore away from him, walking out the gates before he could object. Miller stood speechless, watching as you left. He couldn't believe you brought yourself to do that, or that Bellamy hadn't stopped you already. 

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Thunder boomed over head, rain poured down and lightening struck. Bellamy stood at the opening of the dropship, the feeling of angst never leaving his side. The argument from earlier played out in his mind on repeat making the boy feel sick to his stomach. He shouldn't have let you leave and he shouldn't have drove you to that point.

"Bellamy, we need to close the-"

"I have to go out there." Clarke stared back at him, dumbfounded. Sure, he made bad calls, but that exceeded the norm.

"It's too dangerous. You're not going, and neither will any of them-"

"No, they're not going, but I am." He stated, looking back at the girl. "I drove Bri out, I can't just leave her in this storm." He shook his head, walking past the objecting Clarke. She followed closely behind him, telling how stupid of an idea it was. But he was set on going after you. "If I don't come back-"

"You will." Clarke shook her head. She hated the idea, but she knew there was no getting around it. Bellamy gave a small nod before flipping his hood onto his head. He stepped out of the dropship, his clothes soaking in seemingly an instant. Rain drummed against his hood, ran down his face, and began to soak his boots. Winds whipped through the leaves, bending the more feeble trees. With a quick glance into the sky, he could see that it wasn't ending soon.

"Brianna!" Bellamy screamed into the practical void. He looked around, but the storm began to cloud his judgement. His sense of direction was thrown off, and he could barely see four foot in front of him. "Bri!"

It sounded like a small groan responded. He want sure, but it was all he could go by. When the noise came again, he navigated through the rubble and to the source. There, he could barely make out your figure, but the blood oozing from your forehead was evident.

"Damn it Bri." He mumbled, a sense of worry laced in his voice. Your head tilted up weakly, searching through the haze.

Your cheeks stung with the pricks of rain, your jeans now soaked in mud and water. Rain had gotten into your eyes, blurring your vision, and you could only make out the outline of the figure before you. Whether it was another grounder approaching or not, you didn't know. But you were too weak to fight.

"Bri." You could hear the words, barely see the man's lips moving as he peered down at you. The voice was too fimiliar not to recognize, the freckled face slowly coming into view. "Come on. Let's find some shelter." He spoke lowly, gently taking you into his arms. It seemed like ages of stumbling around before the boy finally found a small cave.

With a relieved sigh, he carried you as far back as the tiny cave allowed, before placing you down on the stone ground. A rag pressed against your forehead, a cold metal pressing to your lips. Bellamy slipped his hand under your head, lifting up gently and allowing you to drink. He placed his rain spotted jacket under your head, digging through his pack but not finding a single dry article.

"Damn storm." He muttered under his breath, situating himself beside of you. The damp cloth was still pressed against your forehead when a hand slipped into yours. Bellamy let out a low breath, looking down at your half concious state.

"I'm so sorry for driving you away." He breathed, moving away the cloth to look at the deep cut. "I regret everything, I shouldn't have let you leave. It's my fault you're like this, this is my fault."

You gave a light squeeze to the boys hand, a smile making its way onto his lips. The cloth was warmed now by your body heat, not helping the rising body temperature. But Bellamy did all he could at the moment, bringing your hand up to his lips.

"You're going to be okay." He reassured, planting a light kiss to your knuckles.