Couldn't Stop Caring || Bellarke || Completed

20. Actions.

Octavia sprinted down the halls. Her only thoughts right now were to find Clarke and tell her everything. She knew why Bellamy had asked her not to tell Clarke, but Octavia knew if it was the other way around, Bellamy would want to know. She yelled multiple sorrys over her shoulders as she collided with people walking the opposite way, but she didn't stop. She had to get to Clarke.

She skidded to a halt when she reached Clarke's apartment, almost running into the door. She pounded on the door until Clarke opened it.

"Octavia? What's wrong?" Clarke asked.

Octavia pushed past Clarke and walked into the apartment. She began pacing the room, running her hands through her hair.

"It's bad, Clarke, it's really bad!" Octavia said, still pacing.

"What's bad? Has someone been injured?" Clarke asked.

"No. Not yet. But I can't guarantee someone won't get hurt after this." Octavia said, shaking her head.

"Octavia, you're not making any sense!" Clarke said sharply.

"Clarke, it's Bellamy." Octavia said, finally standing still.

"What about him?" Clarke asked cautiously.

"Jaha's executing him tomorrow morning." Octavia said, tears filling her eyes.

"What?! No, he can't!" Clarke cried.

"I went to see Bellamy, and he said we all had to move on. He misses you." Octavia said.

"He was the one who said he doesn't want to see me." Clarke said.

"Because he thinks you kissed Nathan. He thought you had moved on." Octavia explained.

"What? I didn't kiss anyone!" Clarke exclaimed. "He's the one who slept with someone else!"

"He didn't." Octavia said quickly.

"What? I saw Kacey leaving his tent." Clarke spluttered.

"Yes, but they didn't do anything. Apparently, he spoke about you the whole time. They were just catching up, Clarke." Octavia said with a sad smile.

"What have I done?" Clarke whispered more to herself than Octavia.

"It's okay, Clarke. I'm going to fix this." Octavia stated.

"No. I have an idea. Is Jaha making it public?" Clarke asked.

"Yes. He's to be shot in front of everyone tomorrow." Octavia nodded.

"Meet me there tomorrow." Clarke said sternly.

"It'll be too late by then." Octavia exclaimed.

"No, it won't. Trust me." Clarke said.

Octavia agreed and left Clarke's apartment. Clarke paced the room, her hand on her bump, while she thought about Bellamy and his execution. She would stop it. She had to.

"Don't worry, baby, I won't let them take your daddy." She said softly to her bump.

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Grey clouds covered the sky, leaving a dreary and depressing atmosphere. It suited the occasion well. Bellamy looked around at all the faces he loved as he was lead to his death. Everyone was there. Octavia, Lincoln, Murphy, Emori, Raven, Jasper, Monty, Harper, Miller. All the faces he'd grown to love like family. Everyone he loved apart from one. He scanned the crowd for her face. His heart sunk when he couldn't find her. Of course she hadn't come. Why would she?

Jaha stood a few feet from the post he was being tied to, a gun in his hand and a smirk on his face. Bellamy's hands were cuffed behind his back, around the wooden post.