Beautiful Tragedy

Eleven

                       Bellamy POV

Asher's agitation was more noticable than before, as the grounder made his way through camp. Since the fight the tension between him and I had dwindled, but having Kayleigh locked away as she was, was taking its toll on all of us. 

I wasn't happy about him taking her out to see Luna and the others, but understood his reasonings behind it. Kayleigh wasn't willing to listen to any of us, refused to believe when we told her the death wave was coming.

Kayleigh didn't trust us.. Didn't trust me.

Combative, and vocally angry with the others, cutting them down with words as sharp as her blades. With me? She'd act as if I wasn't there.

But all of that went away, when she saw Luna, and what was left of her people. More than just the fight seemed to leave her. And without the fight, she simply shut off, shutting the rest of us out as well.

I could hear a humming echoing down the hall deserted hall, well before I saw the airlock chamber. It had been a long time since I'd last heard this particular tune. The song her mother used to sing to her, the one Kayleigh would sing or hum quietly to herself.

I let out a quiet sigh of relief when I see her on the bed instead of the floor. Knew it was getting harder for her to get up, and not just because of her hip and leg. The more days passed, the more her stomach seemed to grow, the grounder clothing she wore was starting to stretch around it. A strange sense of pride grew within me knowing that despite everything going on, he was still thriving. But that pride went hand in hand with guilt. I was keeping her here locked away. It was for her own good, I knew that, but it still didn't make it any easier.

The humming stops as soon as I enter in the code, opening the door allowing me entrance. She doesn't move, the only sound now was my echoing footsteps and the sound of her breathing. Thick locks of hair shielding most of her face from me, but it didn't hide the lingering bruises on her arm, I had left behind the last time I opened the door.

"Still not talking to me?" I ask quietly, sitting on the bed next to her. From what I was told, she wasn't speaking to anyone.

"I'm not going to lie and say I don't  understand why you did everything you've done.." I say still staring intently at her, waiting for her to look up at me, but her eyes stay cast downward.

I didn't like her lying to me, knowingly putting herself and our kid at risk. Hated she planned on disappearing and giving the baby away without talking to me about any of it. She thought she was doing the right thing.

"I get it.." I tell her, because I did. "thought I was doing the same when I sided with Pike."

"You regret what you've done, Bellamy. I don't." She says looking up to me then, her eyes littered with unshed tears, voice raspy. "I would kill them all again, if it ment keeping him safe.. I wanted him safe..Wanted him to give him a chance.." she whispers still. "It's why I choose Luna, she could've given him a life I never can.." Her tears fell then, one after another. "I failed him, like my mother failed me."

"Baby, you didn't fail-

"He's going to die without ever taking his first breath.. I can't protect him."

"He's not going to die, and neither are you."

"You have no more control of this than I do."

"Clarke made a list of people that will be inside the ship, when the time comes." I explain to her. "Your name is on it."

I saw a flicker of something in her eyes, but before I could put a name to it, it was gone, leaving them empty again. Her gaze drops from mine, to where my hands gently rubbed the spot my kid was pressing up against.