Write To Me

Chapter 4

Max Richter- The Departure (piano cover)
Bellamy
It's been 2 years now. 2 years & 4 months away from Earth. Two years away from home. Away from Clarke. I sat at my desk once again repeating my routine. My box of letters had turned into three boxes in order labeled to keep track.

Day 900
Entry 185

Clarke,
I've finally made peace with how things are now. I've been talking more open with the others. I was mostly talking to Murphy. We've become even better friends up here. I'd never imagined how close we would be. After the pain, anger, and chaos that occupied us on Earth. Raven misses you a lot. She has been pushing everything off. Pushing away the pain. Pushing people away. We all miss you though. We are all worried. Afraid more like. Afraid you might actually be gone.

Raven and Monty have been working on getting comms back up. Getting a radio up and running. We have hope that we can see if they are still alive in the bunker. Or you have a radio somehow. I have hope. At least I'm trying to. Monty had said they could get the radio working. But I'm not so sure. The place is barely functioning. I remember what you said. The Ark was dying. That was only the actual Ark right. Not the station. God I hope that's what it was. I don't want to die up here without you knowing. I had tried to tell you before we left but you wouldn't let me. And before, when I knew you were going to say it I stopped you. I was afraid. I was always afraid. I always am afraid. Especially of myself and my thoughts.

But never mind that.

We found some old premade meal rations. There was enough for an army hidden in here. The algae farm has been growing while we lived off those. Little did we know Monty's a pretty good cook. I don't ever recall food tasting this good. I wish you were here to have some.

I'll see you soon Princess.
We're coming for you I promise.

Signed,
Bellamy Agustus Blake

I set the page into the box as Murphy came in. I stood up and shrugged.

"Another one?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"You're really writing everyday," he asked in disbelief.

"I made a promise. To myself and to her. I plan to keep it."

"Well. Dinner is ready. I just came to get you."

"What did Monty cook up this time?"

"He had to experiment. Were trying to save some of the good stuff. So we are having some of that algae from the farm."

"It will be an interesting meal," I laughed.

"That's for sure," he laughed back walking by my side.