"Bellamy?" You looked up when the door of the bunker opened. You had been counting your last hours. You had said your goodbyes, afraid that Bellamy wouldn't come anymore, that something had happened, that he wouldn't make it.
"I'm sorry I'm late." Bellamy rushed towards you and he wrapped his arms around your waist. "It was supposed to be some heroic rescue mission." He bent his head and he stared at his feet. "I'm afraid that didn't work out."
"I thought I was never going to see you again!" You pressed the palms of your hands to his cheeks.
"It's okay. I'm here."
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Bellamy Blake - The 100 Imagines & Drabbles
FanfictionAll imagines, preferences and drabbles about Bellamy Blake from The 100 written by showandwrite
