Worth It

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Your heart physically ached as you sprinted away from the delinquent camp, away from your newly found friends, and away from Bellamy. You were putting the teens and the camp itself in more and more danger each day you stayed. Indra was counting on you to build relationships with the sky people while gathering information to eventually hit them where it hurt most.

Tears briskly streamed down your cheeks as you sailed amongst the trees. How was Bellamy going to react to your sudden disappearance? You were reckless in your actions and somehow developed a strong affinity with the tan man. Even though you let yourself get caught spying on the youth base, Bellamy unnaturally offered mercy and compassion to you by nursing you back to health after the interrogation in the form of brutal torture. Bellamy seemed quite interested and invested in you but he would never admit it out loud.

Bellamy protected you from Murphy and his pack of dogs on multiple occasions. He let you sleep in his tent and left you morning rations for when you woke up. Bellamy checked up on you every chance he got while you were still in recovery, constantly pestering Clarke to let him see you. He would always sit next to you and conversate with you as you watched the teens rejoice in alcohol. You lowered the thick walls around your heart just enough to let Bellamy in and eventually you both found yourselves, naked and intertwined with each other in bed, sharing loving pecks every so often.

Yet, you were repaying your debt to Bellamy by running away without so much as a goodbye. You slowed down your gruelling pace as you came across a smoothly flowing river, chest heaving heavily and muscles screeching in pain. Your knees gave out from under you and plopped against the white stones like a weight. You threw the water against your face and body, groaning loudly with relief. Your lungs seared like a raging fire and your legs were beyond exhausted. You stopped to stare into your blurry, watery reflection. You didn't recognize yourself anymore, you were simply a manipulative creature, distorted by the idea of honor and respect.

You weren't allowed to stop moving. You needed to get back home but was Tondc your home or was Bellamy your home? You rose to your full height, glancing back in the direction you came in for a few moments, desperately wishing Bellamy was standing there to ask you to come back. Your eyes met the overwhelmingly green forest and Bellamy was no where to be seen. You ripped your gaze from behind you back to what was in front of you, instantly feeling the same heartache the moment your boot waded into the river.

" Hey, Clarke, have you seen Y/N? I've been looking all over for her. " Bellamy questioned Clarke curiously, a small smile on his face. He had just come back from a unsuccessful hunting expedition and yearned to see your face again. Clarke perked up at Bellamy's voice, quickly meeting his eyes with a worrisome look.

" We can't find Y/N. Anywhere. I think she might've escaped, Bellamy. " Clarke hated to be the bearer of bad news but what else could she say? As soon as Clarke finished her sentence, it was almost like she could hear Bellamy's heart crack in half.

Bellamy stared at Clarke in disbelief, his thoughts running at a hundred miles per hour. He couldn't face the reality that you vanished from camp without telling anyone, not even him. Bellamy swallowed thickly before averting his gaze away from Clarke, blinking away the tears brimming at his waterline.

" Send out search parties. " Bellamy choked out, his voice gritty and dry like sand. He pushed past Clarke and exited the camp, sniffling with tears falling from his eyes. Bellamy knew in his heart that the search would be an ultimate failure but he needed to know why you left even if it killed him.

" What did I do wrong? " Bellamy cried out to himself, swiping away tears off his cheeks with his jacket sleeve. He had a terrible urge to run off in a random direction, hoping to find you nearby. Bellamy gritted his teeth tightly, torn between choices. His heart was screaming for him to leave but his mind was fighting for him to stay.

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