28 Apr 2018

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Chapter Eighteen - She Hasn't Stabbed Me With a Pencil Yet

Bellamy ignores the stares and hushed comments as they navigate the dull corridors of the Ark. He always felt so confined growing up. Their space was finite—nowhere to spread out. Nowhere to escape or be alone. This is worse. The Ark was massive, as small as it felt sometimes. The wreck of Alpha station is suffocating. He feels like the walls are closing in already. He tries to push away the thoughts, but they creep in when he’s not thinking about anything else.

Lost in thought, he nearly collides with someone as they turn the corner. Niylah stumbles back, eyes wide in shock.

“Sorry.” Bellamy’s already stepping around her.

“What happened to your face?” She sounds genuinely concerned.

Niylah is the last person he wants to chat with. Seeing her with Clarke crushes his heart every time. It’s made worse by the fact that she has to be one of the nicest, most forgiving people he’s ever known. You did kill her father. You could at least not be rude.

He pushes down the strangling lump. “There was an altercation in the yard.”

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