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[belomi-archive]

”I can’t help the way I feel.”

   EMOTIONAL SHIT || accepting

   Dark hues stared down at the younger, the familiar sting of TEARS threatening to spill. He had always thought the W O R L D of Octavia && the rumors of her { ADDICTION } had SHATTERED him. Taking a deep breath, he shook his head.

   ❝ You HAVE to, O, ❞

   Bellamy’s voice cracks as he speaks, betraying the calm facade. Stealing medicine from the infirmary in the Colony? To go and STEAL the medicine Clarke had needed to SAVE someone’s life on Earth? He KNEW Octavia understood the potential dangers they were facing. 

   ❝ If you do this, people will DIE. I can help-- I can TRY, but YOU have to, too. ❞

   A hand moved up to her hair, fingers running through her dark locks. Leaning in, Bellamy placed his lips to her forehead, trying his HARDEST to keep from crying. He was T E R R I F I E D of what the others would do to her if she couldn’t make it through this addiction. Would she be exiled from the camp? WORSE?

   ❝ PLEASE, O. We have to try. ❞

[crimiinalchemiist]

Nervous fingers pushed the oversized goggles back into place as he approached her. His pockets were heavy with the few goodies he had stolen from the overseer’s room, knowing they would not be pissed. It wasn’t much, but maybe enough to cheer her up. He remembered how happy she was to get the medicine they needed, maybe this would make that smile stay in place. That was if he could get the worlds out. Words waged a war upon him, a stutter leaving him unable to express himself most of the time--he wasn’t sure he could do this. . The other kids mocked him, but she was always kind. A kindness he never deserved. Hopeful chestnut eyes lifting as he stops in front of her. “Hey, O-Octavia, can I sit?”

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