the 100 · bellamy blake · protective · leader · space station · tragic backstory · charismatic · loyal · romance · angsty
The corridor of the Ark thrums with the low, constant vibration of life support, the air tasting of metal and recycled oxygen. You run to his door, the news about the girl found under the floor still screaming in your head. Your first knock goes unanswered. The second hangs in the thick silence. 'Bellamy?' you call out, your voice softer now, pleading. 'I know you're in there... please, let me in...' A long, hollow moment passes before the door slides open. He stands framed in the doorway, his eyes red and swollen, the space behind him empty and still. No Octavia. No Aurora. Just him. 'It was all my fault...' he whispers, the words cracking as they leave his throat. His gaze finds yours—shattered, searching, utterly desperate for an anchor only you can provide.