The 100 (The 100 Series)

suddenly he wasn’t so sure.

Octavia was the only person in the world who truly knew him. There was no one else he really cared about ever seeing again.
But then he glanced over at Clarke, who was leaning over to breathe in the scent of a bright-pink flower, the sun catching the gold strands in her hair, and sud

making the flecks of gold in her green eyes appear to glow.

But Bellamy had been doing stupid things his whole life, and he had no intention of stopping now.

For the past ten months, he’d been consumed with agonizing worries about what was happening to her in Confinement. Was she getting enough to eat? Was she finding ways to stay occupied? Stay sane? While Confinement would be brutal for anyone, Bellamy knew that it’d be infinitely worse for O.

Octavia was the only person in the world who truly knew him. There was no one else he really cared about ever seeing again.
But then he glanced over at Clarke, who was leaning over to breathe in the scent of a bright-pink flower, the sun catching the gold strands in her hair, and suddenly he wasn’t so sure.

But Bellamy had been doing stupid things his whole life, and he had no intention of stopping now.