↠ NEW MOON | B. BLAKE

↠ [1.5] WHATEVER THE HELL WE WANT

Pluviophile
(n.) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.

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"Willa, come on, what are you waiting for?" Octavia shouted, from beside her brother, at the only girl still inside the dropship. With a smile on her face, the girl stepped outside, a breeze of fresh air running through her brown hair and hitting her face. She looked around, mesmerized by the beautiful vision surrounding her.

Bellamy watched the young girl as she swung around, with her arms opened and her eyes closed. He remembered seeing her in the corridors of the ark, when she was dating his neighbor's son, Max. He knew very well how their relationship was. He heard it several times, the screams and her crying. He knew that the girl didn't remembered him, but he remembered her very well.

FLASHBACK

Bellamy Blake, walked down the hall to his house, exhausted from the training he was doing to become an ark guard. When he turned to the corridor where his house was, he heard someone arguing, already knowing who it was. Max Thompson and his girlfriend, the daughter of Marcus Kane. He stopped and closed his eyes, thinking how could a girl like her, be with someone like Max. The guy was a pig and an asshole. Did her father even knew about their relationship?

He was pulled out of his thoughts, when he heard a door opening. He opened his eyes to see the girl leaving her boyfriend's house, he was too far away to see her face very well, but he knew she was crying. She didn't seem to notice him, standing at the end of the corridor. He saw as the girl put a hand on the wall and another on her chest over her heart, bending her head up, taking a deep breath. Bellamy started to take a few slow steps, thinking if she needed help, but he stopped on his tracks again, when he saw the girl bending down, supporting her hands on her knees and suddenly falling on the ground, losting councious.

He runned to the girl, kneeling in front of her. Then, near her, he saw the bruise forming on her face and he was sure it wasn't the only bruise in her body. He rolled up her sleeve to see more bruises, by the color, old ones. He then lifted her shirt a little to see another bruise, a big one, forming on her stomach. Bellamy tried to wake her up, but the girl was dead to the word. He picked her up and walked toward the medical officer but he didn't get to far. He could hear voices coming in his way. Guards. He knew if they saw him with the daughter of a council member on his arms with bruises all of her, they would think the worst. Not knowing what to do, Bellamy sat the girl on the ground with her back against the wall, gently moving her hair from her face and tucking it behind her ears. Taking a last glance at the girl, he stepped back and ran to his house, leaving her alone unconscious.

PRESENT

Earth. Why didn't they send them earlier? If after been destroyed by a nuclear apocalypse, the earth was beutiful, Willa thought of how was before.

"Wilhelmina! You're here." Willa turned her head toward the voice, to see Clarke standing behind her with a cold look on her face and with a map on her hand. Couldn't they had sent her to the sun instead.

"No, I'm not. I'm a ghost sent to haunt you." She said waving her hands and making ghost noises. The blonde rolled her eyes while Willa let out a giggle and took off, bumping on the girl on purpose making her lose her balance a little.

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For the last hour, Willa had been exploring the new earth alone away from all the teenagens. Tired, she sat on a log taking a deep breath. She looked at the sky, now a little dark, since the sun had already hidden. The ark was there somewhere with her father still inside it. She loved her dad, it was her dad after all, but she also hated him for floating her mom. At the thought of her mother, she brought her hands up to grab her necklace, just to realize she wasn't wearing it anymore.