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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Coralie hasn't seen Bellamy over the course of two days. She didn't know where he was or if he was okay, which unnerved her intensely. She held slight annoyance within her from the way he had ordered her the last time they did see each other. He truly did treat her as a child sometimes, and it uncomfortably reminded her of her older brother.
Coralie also hasn't spoken to Ace over the course of two days. She didn't know why he was suddenly upset with her, or if he had been all along, which also unnerved her. She was irked that he pinned his incident on her, but she thought that giving him space would be the best thing to do. She understood why he was irritated at the loss of a limb, but she didn't understand why he was more bothered than when he had first lost his leg.
Coralie sat in the lounge room with a book in her lap as Raven scavenged for parts across the crowded room.
Both girls looked up at the sound of gasps.
Those from the Ark, from Farm Station, entered the room. Coralie sent Raven a look of bewilderment before turning back to the group.
Coralie's eyes landed on Monty with his arm wrapped around who she assumed was his mother.
If Monty was back, then so was Bellamy.
Coralie stood up and prepared to go find her boyfriend when her eyes landed on someone, making her face go white.
"Dylan fucking Tides," Raven's voice surprised Coralie, not noticing her arrival.
"He's alive," Coralie looked at him with disgust. "You've got to be kidding me."
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Coralie managed to slide out of the room without Dylan noticing her. Or so she thought.
As she walked the halls, someone's hand from behind stopped her.
She whipped around and her jaw went slack when she saw him standing before her.
"Dylan," she tried not to sneer but didn't succeed.
"Cora," he greeted, slowly pulling his hand back to his side. "You're alive."
"I am..."
Awkward silence shifted in the air between the two, and Coralie wanted nothing more than to slip away without him noticing, but there was no possible way to do so.
