"KYLIE NO." Bellamy launched himself at you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you back from the edge of the cliff. You fought against him, thrashing in his arms as he tried to control you. Tears streamed down your face, blurring your already cloudy vision, and all you could do was look into the dark abyss that had swallowed the small girl.
It dawned on you then, that there was no bringing Charlotte back. The girl was gone, smashed against the hard earth that would forever be her grave. You muffled back a sob, collapsing against Bellamy as he held you to him.
After your sobs died down, he finally faced you, tear tracks evident on his freckled face.
"Kylie listen, there was nothing you could have done. This is all my fault." You shook your head, wanting to protest that you could have saved her. "Look at me Kylie, Charlotte was brave, she knew what she was doing. She wouldn't of wanted you to get yourself killed because of what she did. She wanted you to stay alive, to be okay." His brown eyes bore into yours, and you finally accepted the truth. That you really could do nothing, and neither could he.
He pressed his lips to your sweaty and dirty forehead, moving a hand to stroke through your hair, and let you cry the last of your tears for the child.
