Coming Home ➸ [Bellamy Blake]

➸ Chapter Twenty-Two ➸

Bellamy's Pov

It all felt like a dream. Or more specifically, a nightmare.

"It's okay. I've got you. You're going to be alright." He said, cradling Melody to his body with as much care as he could manage.

Even though he had only moved her just a little bit, Melody cried out and arched her back, struggling in his arms. She was crying, sobbing actually, and whimpering. Every step caused her pain, and Bellamy could see it etched across every feature of her face. Her brows were furrowed and her lip was curled. She had gone a startling shade of white, and each breath she attempted to draw in was shaky and unstable.

Melody Pond, the most selfless and caring girl that Bellamy had ever known, was dying in his arms.

Why did it have to be her? Why did it have to be Melody? She was the glue to everything. She was the one that held them all together when things got rough. Without Melody they would all be lost. He would be lost.

She had grown on him so slowly that Bellamy didn't even notice that it was happening. In the beginning, he could hardly tolerate Melody. She was loud and she was defiant and she had a mouth on her that caused an awful lot of trouble. It wasn't until Jasper had gotten speared that Bellamy saw some of Melody's better qualities. She was strong and she was courageous and she was absolutely relentless when she wanted something. And when they had become friends, after Charlotte's death, Bellamy had realized that hating Melody Pond was such a waste.

Melody was the kind of girl that you wanted at your back. Not only was she strong, but she was passionate. She fought for what she thought was right even if she fought alone. And Melody was without a doubt the most loyal person that Bellamy had ever met. She would do absolutely anything for the people she cared about. When Jasper had gotten hurt, Melody was the first one to volunteer to go and find him. When Octavia had gone missing, Melody hadn't even hesitated before joining the search party.

She was fierce, too. Stabbing John Murphy had gained Melody more respect than she would ever know. It took a lot of guts to do something like that. And then she had gone and punched that kid in the face because he had frightened Jasper. Melody was an animal when she was pissed off. If Bellamy hadn't stepped in, she would have pummeled that kid to a pulp. But no, Melody had known just the right thing to say that would set him off, so Bellamy had been the one to bust the kid's face up.

He admired the fire that she had deep within her soul.

There were a lot of things about Melody that he admired. He admired the way that she always tried to remain positive, even when it seemed that all the hope in the world was gone. He admired the fact that she stuck to her guns and refused to be swayed. He admired how strong she could be, even when assholes like himself tried to bring her down.

And then there were things that he admired from afar. Things like the lethal look in her eyes whenever she was pissed off at someone, usually him. Like the way her smile lit up her entire face whenever she started talking about something that excited her. The gold flecks that appeared in her eyes whenever the sun hit her face just right. The way she was standing up for him more and more, which brought Bellamy so much joy that it was almost embarrassing.

It was a privilege to be her friend.

It would be an honor to be more than that.

"Bellamy?" Melody whispered softly, her words barely audible. It was obvious that it took every ounce of her strength to speak. And she didn't have an awful lot of it to be wasting.

"Shh." He murmured, looking down at her for a moment. "You don't have to say anything, sweetheart."

"Bellamy, please..." Melody stopped, cut off by her own horrid coughing. She coughed so hard that her face turned purple and she couldn't catch her breath for a long time. "Bellamy..."