The 100 Imagines.
Bellamy Blake
Jasper Jordan
Monty Green
John Murphy
Lincoln
Octavia Blake
Raven Reyes
Commander Lexa
Clarke Griffin
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Irony. It plagued the tense air and settled a depression in your chest. The Eligius were the new Skaikru, Clarke and Madi were the new grounders, while you and the bunker were the new mountain men. The dynamics were set in a six year stone, best friends no longer such. You were distant from everyone you used to be closed to, nearly alone in this world.
Eyes squeezing shut to fight back the tears, you tore away from the rubbled buildings. From across the destruction, Jasper Jordan watched you with sullen eyes. Boots dragging through broken stone, he walked towards your tent with slight hesitation.
He too knew of the heavy feeling on your chest, the distance from everyone you loved. It was the exact thing the boy was going through himself. Pushing inside the fabric tent, he caught you jump, wiping furiously at your cheeks.
"I- I just needed a moment alone. I'm good now." You shook your head quickly. Rolling his eyes, Jasper flopped down aside you, head tilting to the side.
"Y/N, talk to me."
"Jasper, I'm fine. It's fine."
"You don't have to pretend with me." He breathed, watching as your fingers ran exasperatedly through your hair.
"What do you want me to say? That I'm freaking out? That we don't have a home, and that I'm unsure if we even deserve one? That Octavia has changed, and so has everyone else and that terrifies me!" You cried out, arms thrown out before you.
"Yes. Yes, you say all of that Y/N." He spoke lowly, hands tilting your face to finally look at him. "Because we have each other, and each other only. Monty, Raven, Clarke, Bellamy, Harper; all of them have been away from us for six years. They each have their own dynamics, but we have ours. We tell each other everything."
You drew in a deep breath, relaxing into the boys touch. "I-i know. I'm sorry."
