The End of the World (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

VIII - God Complex

I leaned on Bellamy's shoulder, his arm wrapped around mine, standing on the outskirts of the funeral. We'd lost thirteen to the black rain. I knew Bellamy was still upset over Mark and Peter. My heart was heavy for them too, but I hoped he'd mourn today and that would be it. Until we were all safe, anyway. That had to be the priority now more than ever.

"May we meet again," Jaha said, finishing his funeral speech.

"May we meet again," I murmured, along with everyone else. I spun my ring around my finger as I watched the bodies go up in flames.

I closed my eyes and let the ring wash away my worries. There was still hope for a better tomorrow. Or a better today. Better anything. I had to stay hopeful.

"Too many funerals, too little time."

Jasper's voice startled me, and I snapped my eyes open again. He walked past us, a smile on his face.

"Show some respect for the dead," Bellamy said, his voice gruff.

Jasper shrugged. "What for? They don't mind."

I narrowed my eyes. "Hey, where you going?"

Jasper turned around, raising his arms up. "Wherever the day takes me!"

"You got a chem tent?" I shouted, as he headed for the gates.

He swung his arms in an over-dramatic manner. "Nope!"

I sighed, and exchanged a concerned glance with Bellamy. We followed after him, calling his name, but he didn't slow down. I knew he wanted to die, but I wasn't just going to stand by in good conscience and let that happen. He was still my friend. He still wanted me to have fun. Dancing under the sun that day was the best I had felt in a long time.

"No one's supposed to leave without a chem tent," Bellamy said, when we caught up to him.

"Do you have a chem tent?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"Good," Jasper said, sticking his hands in his pockets. "Then we have a chem tent."

Bellamy's composure hardened, and he grabbed Jasper's jacket forcing him to stop. "Maybe you didn't see how those people died."

"I saw. I'm just not afraid of it happening to me." Jasper shook free, and stepped towards the gate.

I huffed. "Jasper, it's not safe out there."

"What else it new?" He pushed the gate open, and turned back to us, grinning. "Come on, we're losing daylight!"

"Jasper," I groaned. I shared another glance with Bellamy as Jasper took off outside of the gate. "Jasper! Ah, damn it." We picked up into a run, until I grabbed his sleeve. "Hey, would you grow the hell up?"

He flashed me another smile. "Good, you're coming."

"Yeah, but only because we don't want to carry your body bag."

Jasper joked, "Oh come on, I'm pretty light. I mean, I'm wiry, but I'm light."

I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help the twitch of my lips. One thing was certain: he would never fail to lift my spirits. Even if it was in the most fatalistic sense.

Darkness fell as we trekked through the woods. I kept beside Bellamy, but listened intently to whatever Jasper had to say. I was going to cherish every moment I had left with my friends before the radiation came. I was hopeful but not convinced that we'd find another solution.

After a while of silence, Jasper spoke again, just as devil-may-care as ever. "I know it's bad and everything is dying and all, but I'm just gonna say it. I don't miss mosquitoes. Don't miss them."