Coralie Evans-Kane and Bellamy Blake. Iconic.
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"We're going to make it today, alright? We're going to make it no matter what happens. We've made it this far," he takes her hand into his own. "Promise me that you won't give up."
"Bell-"
"Promise m...
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- 05 - - Hang-Man -
They all watched as he plummeted to the ground, his body hitting a group of rocks before he died. Coralie brought her hands up to her mouth before standing up and walking away into the woods. She didn't go too far, still in shouting range, but she couldn't be there at the moment.
The feeling of someone touching her arm made her jolt back. She whipped around and came in contact with Murphy. She widened her eyes and realized that she was alone with him. He could kill her right then and there if he wanted.
Murphy frowned at the worried look on her face when she saw him. They used to be friends, and now she was scared of being within a foot's measurement of him - and he knew that it was all his fault.
"Wh-what do you want?" Her voice was shaking and quiet.
"I'm not gonna hurt you," Murphy took a step back, wanting her to be more comfortable. "I just came to tell you that we're going around looking for wreckage from the ship to build rope."
"Who's going down this time?" She asked.
"Your boyfriend."
That's all it took before she went running to Bellamy. He was alone, standing with his hands on his hips as he waited for the rest to grab him some items to use to create a makeshift rope.
"Bell," Coralie frowned as she reached him. "You can't go down there. Look at what happened to Sterling."
"I'll be fine, Sunshine-"
"You don't know that," Coralie deeply frowned. "Please, don't go down there. We can go back and grab the guards, or use Murphy, or-"
"Tough crowd," Murphy glowers, his comment ignored.
"I'm going down, Cora," Bellamy took her forearms into his hands.
"I can't lose you, Bellamy," she grew teary-eyed.
"You won't," he leaned down and kissed her forehead gingerly. "I promise. You won't."
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An entire hour passed by the time they were done making the rope and tying it to the trunk tightly. Murphy, Monroe, Coralie and Finn all held onto the part of the rope, keeping Bellamy steady.
"All right, ease it out slowly," Murphy told the rest of them, to which they did.
Coralie's jaw was clenched as she held onto the rope with her dear life, making sure that no harm would come to Bellamy or Mel. Her hands began to burn but she didn't care.
The rope grew heavier and they knew that Bellamy had successfully taken Mel into his arms.
"I got her! Pull us up!" Bellamy yelled up at them.
