21 Nov 2020

jennickels: (100: bellamy)

Chapter Forty-Two - Deal With It

Bellamy doesn’t move for hours. He stares at the same scratch in the crate across from him—a near miss from Octavia’s sword. His body trembles from exhaustion and aches from the numerous blows his sister connected with his out-of-practice muscles. He should move. He knows that. He should get up, dust himself off, and go back to his room. He can’t just sit in this storage room forever.

Why can’t I?

For once, the voice has no answer. Bellamy isn’t sure what that means, but after another few minutes of his thoughts swirling with the same message, he finally forces himself to his feet. His knee pops, and his shoulder whines in complaint when he stretches his arm. Probably tore something. Maybe sparring with Octavia wasn’t the brightest idea.

He spends another twenty minutes straightening up the room before reluctantly realizing he’s stalling. He doesn’t want to leave because if he goes back to his quarters and Heaven’s not there then he knows this is real—she’s gone forever.

Oh, it’s real. Deal with it.

I am.

No, you’re avoiding it. You’re exhausted and need to sleep. Now you can without tiny feet kicking you in the side. Go home.

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