DANGER • BELLAMY BLAKE x READER [short story]

P A R T 8

T W O M O N T H S L A T E R

I N his room, Bellamy laid on his bed staring at the blank ceiling. He was dozing off when he heard knocks at his door. They were urgent. He quickly got up and went to the door, opening it.

It was you. You rushed in, almost pushing him out of the way. "Close it, quickly." you said and he did.

"What's going on?" he asked, confused.

You zipped open the pocket in your jacket that had hid the piece of paper as you made your way to his room. You took it out. It was folded, making it seem smaller than what it really was. You held it out to him. He hesitated, unsure of what to do. You nodded, a way of telling him to take it.

He slowly took it from your hand and began to unfold it, his hands shaking slightly. "It's her writing." he said. You nodded, a small smile on your face.

"Did you see her?" he asked.

"No, the guard that helped me said it was too risky but he gave her the paper and pen and then brought the note back to me."

He nodded and then his eyes began to scan the paper as he read it. There wasn't a lot of writing on it. It wasn't a letter as she didn't have much time to write, but it was something. Something that made Bellamy feel like he had his sister back and he desperately needed that.

He read it over and over again until he finally looked up at you with teary eyes. "Thank you, [y/n]." he said with a smile on his face. You hadn't seen him smile like that in a while.

"Of course." you said, returning his smile.

He rushed over to you and embraced you in a hug, lifting you up off the floor.