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THE NEXT MORNING, Taylor woke early in order to catch Bellamy before he and Lincoln left for Mount Weather. Her eyes searched between the tents and beds set up on the ground, but she didn't spot anyone.
Octavia sat near the fire alone, the only person she managed to find. "Did Bellamy and Lincoln already leave?" she asked, Octavia looking up and shaking her head.
"They're over there," she responded, gesturing over to near Raven's tent where they were presumably still prepping.
The nearer she got, the closer the voices were, a few yards away from the tent. She approached, wasting no time in making her presence known.
"Bellamy," she said, smiling slightly at Lincoln before turning her attention to the man in question. "Can I talk to you? In private?"
He nodded obligingly and they made their way into the forest for a few minutes before they stopped, Taylor glancing away for a moment.
"If you're trying to talk me out of this, it's not going to work," he started, breaking the silence. Taylor only shook her head solemnly.
"I'm not here to do that," she replied truthfully. "I understand why you're doing it."
He didn't say anything and looked at her sadly. She stepped forward and pulled him into a hug, Bellamy embracing her tightly. Taylor leaned her head into his neck and tried to stop the tears from flowing.
"Please don't die," she whispered, voice cracking in sadness.
"I'll try my best not to," he joked, a halfhearted smirk gracing his features as he hugged her tighter.
When they pulled back, their faces were mere inches apart. She could feel his uneven breath on her face, her heart pounding. Though, it wasn't pounding in a bad way. It was pounding in the way it did every single time she saw him lately.
Taylor made no move to distance herself and neither did Bellamy. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face gently and she moved in closer, suddenly extremely aware of her surroundings.
Bellamy seemed frozen, unsure of what to do next. Taylor closed the gap between them, pressing her lips against his softly. He kissed back, cupping her face in his hands gently, pent up feelings evident in the way his lips moved against hers.
For a while, they stood there and when they finally broke apart their breathing was slightly heavier, foreheads pressed together.
