2199 Day's - Bellarke Fanfic | ✔️

Chapter 31 - Setting Off

~Bellamy's POV~

We always check their pulse, its become a custom and a way of life. Like a fire inside of you ignites when you feel the small hope inside of you explode when you think they might still be alive.

But then like a sun without a soul, that fire inside of you burns out, and all the hope you had fades away when you don't feel their pulse beat back to yours.

It has happened too many times, I'm afraid the soul inside of me has burned away too.

But seeing Clarke again somehow ignited it, sending waves of heat through my body, lighting my nerve ends on fire and sending my head into a spin. Giving me the energy to do what I can until I physically can't. Helping who I can in the time that I have.

Saving as many lives as possible.

I look over to Clarke and I watch as her eyes move over Nick's now lifeless body, no rise and fall of his chest and no thump of his heart, all gone. Taken by the world and the cruel people in it.

I reach for her hand and she takes it almost by instinct. Pulling it into her and grasping it with both hands like it's the only thing keeping her on the ground. Stopping her from floating away like the lost souls we have killed or watched die.

"Clarke." I say softly, pushing down my own feelings and making hers a priority. I watch her nod then sniff, then the hold on my hand slowly weakens. I meet her eyes and I see tears behind them and I know she has to let them out eventually.

I see her crush them down, back into what seems the never ending pit she has inside of her. Where I have seen her empty all her problems before, only for them to resurface and create problems later.

Soon she's on her feet and has her pack swung over her shoulder, the fabric digging into her skin in almost what seems a painful way. The Grounder's follow next, standing up and waiting for instructions on what we are to do next.

"We should head back to the Dropship, they have a radio and we will contact the bunker there." She says, her head held high and her back straight. Like nothing in the last few hours has affected her in anyway.

She can fool a few Grounder's but she knows she can't fool me. She turns away from the Grounder's and looks at me for a few split seconds. The colour in her eyes gone and her face pale. What seems like all the life inside of her drained away.

I nod at her and I see a breath draw out of her lungs like she had forgotten to breath for a second or two. I watch as she looks off into the distance and pulls the small leather pouch out of her bag filled with maps.

Soon we know where we are going, with the sun nearly set and every one of us tired, we agree to sleep in about five to six hours. Making sure we will be ready to find the Dropship in the morning.

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If my boots weren't worn out before, they definitely are now.

We're walking in a small group, all of us spread out in our own space, left with our thoughts and the landscape ahead of us, rocks and small sticks under our feet as we walk.

The sun has long set and we are now walking under the light of the moon, the only sound our lazy feet occasionally scuffing the ground, my boots now as thick as a sheet of paper, the aches of my muscles tearing at my insides and will to keep going.

Clarke is leading us, the stars above us glittering just like her eyes were when we first landed on earth, when we all thought this would be a new start. No more laws and where we could live under the saying. "Whatever the hell we want."

But that's not what happened, people took it the wrong way, inflicting harm and threatening people with death. It all took a turn for the worst, then to top the cake we found out we weren't alone, we were and still are this tiny spec of people in a whole world filled with Grounder's.

"We should rest here." Says Clarke up ahead, her knees slightly rocking and her shoulders slack. I look behind me and already see the Grounders setting up their own camp a fair way from me and Clarke, a fire already being built.

I look back to Clarke and see she's sitting on the ground, her hands moving through her pack, soon pulling out a flint and steal. Soon she has a small fire going, burning off the small sticks we all stated to gather on the way here.

I walk over and sit next to her on the ground, the rocks biting at my legs as a relax them, the stars our blanket for tonight.

"I'm sorry." She whispers after a few minutes in silence accept for the crack of the fire. I look over and see her eyes are glassy and the tears and emotions she crushed down before are starting to resurface.

"Clarke." I say softly looking over at her. She just shakes her head and looks up above us, at the stars, at the moon, at the ring now only a spec of light and metal floating above us.

"I should have tried harder, helped him." She says her voice croaky and clearly tired and strained. I watch as she runs a hand through her hair and pulls in deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.

"You couldn't save him Clarke, you can't save them all." I say not wanting to dig deeper, bring back unwanted memories.

"But we can try." She says looking up at me, her voice soft and tears running down her face. I don't hesitate and pull her into a hug that I don't want to let go of, her face burying in the nook of my neck and her breaths heavy.

"When can we stop fighting?" I ask this time, wanting to finally ask the question myself, hoping she will have the answer. Like she does for so many other things, all the things we have been through and walked out alive.

"Life's a battle." She says softly breathing now, her arms wrapped around my chest and her head resting my shoulder. Our eyes locked on the fire and our legs a mess in front of us on the ground. The small sticks we used on the fire mere minutes ago already turning to ash as the fire consumes them.

I feel my eyelids starting to droop and my limbs become numb and I know it's nearly time for me to sleep, regain much needed energy for tomorrows walk, but I can't seem to think of leaving the person in my arms.

As if she has read my mind she pulls out of my arms and lies her head down on her pack beside us, her eyelids starting to close. But before I can lay down where I am sitting now she pulls her pack over next to me and lies next to me. her back flush against my chest and her arms limp. I sigh and lie my head down on what is left of the space on the pack and lay an arm over Clarke's chest, wanting her close to me the whole night, not leaving my side,

in life or death...

Sorry this chapter is so short, have had a lot going on and I haven't had much time to write, hope you enjoyed it anyway though. Next chapter will hopefully be interesting and exciting for all you Bellarke fans out there. See you in the next chapter!!

-RFRC