"My name is", I made a break, inhaling before I finished, "Malia."
There it was again, a small smile.
"I told you, names aren't important", his hands wrapped a bandage around my arm. He was concentrating on the wound. His hands were bloody, just like my arm was. That would explain this smell that was hitting my nose each second.
"You didn't told me what is", I added as he finished his work. His head turned towards me, again with this look like he wanted to read my mind.
"Surviving is."
There were two things I knew. I was going to die. And I was sitting next to Bellamy Blake. Okay, I was going to die while sitting next to Bellamy Blake.
"I hate earth." I said one night while sitting by the fire. Mick had just died from acid rain. Acid rain. What a joke. I was better off rotting in a cell in the Ark.
"Oh really?" Bellamy said to me. He plopped down next to me. I rolled my eyes. "Come on Fallon it's not that bad." He suggested to me and poked the fire. I glanced at my wrist band.
"I just watched my best friends burned alive by rain." I hissed at him. He sighed.
"Maybe you just need to get lucky."
(A Bellamy Blake/ The 100 Story)