𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 II Bellamy Blake

𝟏.𝟐𝟑. 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒

Um, this killed me. You're next, sorry xoxo 

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𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓/ 𝟏.𝟐𝟑.
☆ WE ARE GROUNDERS ☆
"𝓢𝓸 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓭𝓸 𝔀𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼?"

☆꧁*꧂☆

   THE DEPARTURE FROM their home was approaching unrelentingly, with no other angle to avoid leaving the place raised by their own sweat and tears. Their safe haven was progressively morphing into a lethal snare, tumbling down the protection ensured by their territory, shielding them from the enemies lurking in the shadows. 

   In rush, delinquents packed what they were able to carry. Silently, with senses on a high alert, they began to march through the gates, hoping to discover a better life beyond the ocean, away from all the people who wished their death. 

They had to escape unless they were willing to fight. 

"You did good here, Bell." Allaia assured with gentleness among her ardent tone, conveying only the truth. 

Bellamy's eyes remained glued to the graveyard in reverie. "Eighteen dead." He countered outwardly within rigidity.

"Eighty two alive." Allaia retorted. "Don't be so harsh on yourself. You did good."

   Bellamy nodded, tossing a bucket of water into the fire. It extinguished instantly, the flames sizzled with a hiss of the dark smoke rising in the air above, fading into oblivion.  

   Absorbed by the contentious thoughts, entangling her mind like a ravel, Allaia looked around herself one last time. She was going to miss this camp. It was the first place where she has ever tasted freedom. No matter how bitter her sweet liberty turned out in reality, it was still the first place where she has ever felt free. Valuable friendships that will last forever, until the end of their lives, were made. Unbreakable bonds, brightening up her life like the sunshine. 

   And somewhere in between everything, Allaia found something unexpected. Something that she used to be afraid of, but now, this sense consumed her in an endearing way, accending her all over again. It ignited her heart, making her feel alive. It was intensely overwhelming and vivid, like a transcendent anthesis of her soul finding her destined half. In the intricacy of their story, this foreign feeling seemed to conquer above all the wrongs in the so world ill with cruelty and death.

Allaia couldn't deny it anymore. 

Love. She found love. Or at least something very close to it. 

"You ready, sweetheart?" Bellamy queried, pulling Allaia out of her trance.

"Yeah." Alle sent him a genuine smile. "Let's go."

And so they abandoned their home, only to run for their lives' sake. 

"I'm gonna go to the front." Allaia announced after a while of walking in silence.

"What? No." Bellamy snapped, catching the crook of her arm before she could wander off too far. 

Allaia glared at him inquiringly, slightly irritated. "Look, it's a smart move! Grounders worshiped Adaley. Maybe if they see me, they won't attack us." She naively suggested.