Flarke, Jonty and Other Such Ships

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It was Bellamy, shrouded in black with a glinting knife in his hand. I gasped, holding in a breath, all I wanted in that moment was Finn by my side. A shudder ran down my spine as the cold draught blew in, my eyes locked on Bellamy's and we reamained there frozen for a second. I saw a corpse on the ground with medium length, black hair, my fears were real. Bellamy was a monster, he waltzed in with a smirk on his face and blood on his hands. He dropped the knife, clattering to the floor, the noise piercing through me. So he had no intentions of killing me. He had other things planned.

His strides were confident, unlike me. I was aware of everything but his hand coming towards my face, blood dripped down and onto the sheets staining them crimson. His rough caloused hands caressed my cheek bones. He brought his face to mine and moved his lips in rhythm with my heart, I didn't resist, I didn't even think. I just continued as I had, taking in the moment. I knew then that it was a dream, for I had forgotten to breathe.

My eyes shot open and I felt the sweat on my hairline, I scratched at my face desperate to rid myself of the blood. Finn's blood. I felt hands wrap round my waist and I was pulled in, Finn hushed me as we lay together. Fits of hysterical sobbing flooded through me as Finn continued to stroke my hair. As the adrenaline left my body and I wiped the tears from my face. I had only one worry... did I have feelings for Bellamy.

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Molly x