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STEFAN’S POINT OF VIEW OF BETTY’S DEATH : THE HUNDRED.

you told her not to do this, you told her you’d be better in a few days. but she insisted, she insisted on getting the medicine. the risk was too much. sure, it was easy for betty to get access to the medicine, but it was illegal. & if she got caught . . . god if she got caught she’d be sent to the pit. & she wouldn’t let you take the fall even if you tried. she loves you, she loves you more than anyone you know. she loves you enough to steal for you, potentially risking her life. she loves you & you love her just as much. only one of the many reasons you asked her to marry you the night before.

it feels like you’ve been asleep for days, when in reality it had only been five or six hours. & when you wake up, your hand places on top of your forehead & you realize your fever is gone. so the medicine had worked, although you still feel fatigued & weak. green iris’s gaze around the room, wondering where betty had gone. ever since you got sick, she’s been by your side. no matter how long it’s been, no matter how long she hasn’t slept herself. this alerts you & you immediately start to panic. relax, relax, stefan it’s nothing. you try to tell yourself maybe she went to get food or to wash up. but you have to make sure. a knot twists in your stomach. she’s okay, she has to be. tired body climbs out of bed & you stretch your stiff muscles, a groan leaving pale lips. you don’t bother changing, too tired, too panicked to bother. her bunk is empty, everyone’s bunk was empty. it only leads to more worry as you run to the cafeteria & it’s empty, the hallways where the small bedrooms where : empty. now, you feel dizzy. from the sickness or the panic, you don’t know & you don’t care as you rush towards the arena. please just be watching, the words repeat in your head as you sprint, achy, tired legs beg you to stop but you don’t. not until you reach the metal doors. it’s locked but you can hear people on the other side.

there’s that knot again. finger tips curl into a fist & you bang on the door, pleading to get in. you can hear blodreina announce the match will start in two minutes. your heart has never beat so fast as the bangs become so hard you fist starts to bruise. finally, the door clicks open & there’s miller on the other side. he can see your worry, your fear. you can tell he’s about to say something but you don’t care. immediately, you push past him & rush towards the cage. eyes scan the audience & you pray you can spot the blonde ponytail you love so much. nothing. she’s nowhere to be found & you sigh with relief, maybe she was hiding.

& then there’s cheering when you spot oct---blodreina again & she starts to announce the people participating. then your heart suddenly drops again & you feel dizzy all over when you hear her name ring through your ears. elizabeth cooper. no. no. no. no. no. no. this can’t be happening. there’s people who have done much worse than steal a bottle of pills who should be down in that pit. “ NO ! ” you call out, your voice hoarse & strained. being sick was truly a pain in the ass. before you can even register it, your feet are moving & you’re heading towards the pit. you can make it. you can take her place, you have to. before you know it, your body is colliding with another. an armed, secure body & you’re quick to register that it’s miller. his hand presses against your chest with a firm but sympathetic shake of his head. “ let me go, miller ! let me go ! i have to save her ! ” you plead again & again. but no such luck. you again try to push past him but this time his hand grabs a hold of your arm. you push against him, over & over & over & over. all of your strength is being washed up, sweat pouring from your forehead & you can feel the fever coming back. you’re too weak to keep pushing & you give up. once you see her enter the pit, your eyes never leave her. not for one second, you don’t even want to blink. “ betty ! ” you call out, as if it would change something. her beautiful blue eyes meet with your forest greens & a tear falls from your cheek as you can almost feel her fear. you mouth that you love her & she mouths it back, adding the word more as she always does.

& then it starts. you fall into miller’s chest, as if all the strength from your body vanished. he offers to take you back, so you won’t witness it but you refuse & remain in the same spot. you look over his shoulder, fingers grabbing the fence that prevents the audience from getting into the pit & they grip hard. so hard you don’t even realize they’re making a mark on your callused hands. you watch her grab her weapon of choice : a shield. & you are praying to whatever gods are out there that it will do it’s job & shield her. oh, you pray it protects her when you can’t. for a moment, it’s working. she’s shielding each attack & you’re almost confident she can get through this. she’s running towards a dark corner & now, you’re sure, she can survive this way. maybe you’re delirious, delusional or both, because deep down you know she can’t win this without a true weapon.

there was only her & one other guy left, the other three dead on the pit floor. she can do this, she can. & then you swear your eyes bulge out of your head. “ NO ! BETTY ! NO ! ” the words come out as a loud choked back sob when she gets a sword pierced through her abdomen. you watch as she collapses onto the cold ground of the pit. the color immediately drains from your face & you wished so bad that it was you down there. the medicine was for you after all. this is your fault, this is your fault stefan. your screams must’ve been louder than you thought as you realize miller’s grip around your arms is gone & his hands are pressed against his ear now. this is your chance. adrenaline hits you as you sprint as fast as you can down to the pit. the other guy stumbling back as he realizes he won. you make it down there & rush to her side.

you sink to the floor, pulling her into you, resting her head on your lap. blood is pouring out from her abdomen & now onto your pants. “ betty, ” you choke out a quiet sob, brushing loose blonde strands from her sweaty, beautiful, pale face. you can feel everyone’s eyes on you but you don’t care, you don’t move. not yet. she’s not gone, not yet. her blue - green eyes blink up at you & her own tears are falling down her chiseled cheeks. her hand comes up to cradle your face & you shake your head slowly. “ no. you — you can’t. . . betty, you can’t. ” you can barely finish the sentence, air waves in your throat closing, tightening. ‘ i wish we had more time, ’ she says to you & you shake your head again. “ don’t say that, no. ” you have so much more you want to say to her, you don’t want her to leave you. a now bloody hand pulls her up to your chest gently & you keep her close. you don’t care how bloody you get, you don’t care about anything but her. you know she’s fading fast, you have to say whatever you can now.

“ i love you so much, betty cooper. you are my stars & my moon. thank you for everything you’ve done for me, for loving me. for saving me, for making me the happiest i’ve ever been. thank you for agreeing to be my wife. god, i love you. i love you so much. to have you is to have the stars. ” you sniffle, resting her back down on your lap so you can look at her in her last moments. you grab her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as your tears slowly drip onto the bloody intertwined hands. “ to the moon & back. ” you say, one last time. she repeats the words back to you before adding ‘ i love you, stefan salvatore. ’ & then her eyes close & her hand drops to the side. she’s gone. she’s gone now & you let out another loud, painful sob. your own body shaking, trembling as her lifeless one lays in your lap. it’s not until the arena is cleared out that you give her forehead one last kiss before you hesitantly remove her body from your lap & gently rest her on the floor of the pit. you lift her head to remove the blood stained scrunchie from her hair & slide it onto your wrist before your shaky, weak legs finally stand up. you will never love anyone like you love her, you will never feel a pain stronger than this. but you know that someday, if you’re lucky enough, you will see her again. it’s the only hope you have left.

may we meet again.