"Raising your gun to me isn't what scared me, Bellamy."
"Then what was?"
"That you told me you loved me just a few hours before."
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[SHADOW OF DEATH]
Meaning: A symbolic description of the world, meaning darkness and death are valleys on earth one...
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"Where's the village?"
I glance at Jasper who had just spoke before looking out over the water again.
Octavia opens Lincoln's book again and looks closely at it.
"No." She whispers, glancing up at a few statued rocks not far from us. "No, it can't be."
At this, she takes off running and I'm quick to follow her, the others following closely behind as we reach the rocks.
"It's not a village, it's just a bunch of rocks." Jasper points out as I sigh slightly in frustration.
"She's gone?" I ask as more of a question as I look between them all, hoping someone would give me an answer. Clarke nods briefly, sending me a concerned glance. "So, what now?"
Clarke doesn't give me an answer as I notice Octavia go to the rivers edge and kneels down. I begin to walk towards her until her angered scream stops me in my tracks.
I look back at Clarke, Jasper and Bellamy in worry, the three of them mirroring my expression.
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"You think we can find her?" I ask Octavia as I kneel down and add more wood to the fire.
"Only one way to find out." She quickly looks at me before focusing back on the fire. "If we split up tomorrow, we'll have a better chance."
"I agree." Bellamy pipes up as I look up him from where he stood beside me. "Lincoln wouldn't put this spot on the map if it wasn't important-"
Octavia quickly snatches Lincoln's book from Bellamy's hand as he goes to pick it up. "Don't touch that!"
She quickly puts her attention back to the fire as Bellamy locks eyes with me, but all I do is look away.
From the corner of my eye, I see him crouch down beside me and look straight at Octavia. Octavia didn't pay him any mind.
"Come on, O." Bellamy begins as I move closer to fire for warmth, really wishing that the sound of the crashing waves or the burning fire would drown out the sound of a conversation that was about to take place and that I didn't want to hear.
"How long?" He asks quietly.
"I don't know," She tells him truthfully. "I can't even look at you... Because every time I do, I see Pike putting that gun to Lincoln's head... I hear the gunshot... I see him fall."
I look down, my heart weighing heavy for Octavia. Even though Bellamy done a shit thing and made horrible decisions, if someone killed him... I don't know what I'd do.
"I didn't kill Lincoln." Bellamy reminds her as I bite down hard on my lip and shut my eyes tightly, hoping this conversation would end sooner rather than later.
