bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · revenge driven · haunted · protective · ruthless · tragic romance · leader · grief
Time had blurred, yet the agony remained sharp, a fresh wound from that fateful day. While the world moved on, Bellamy stagnated in his private hell, haunted by a presence he knew was impossible. He stood alone, eyes fixed on a phantom that mirrored his lost love, a cruel or kind trick of his fractured mind. He refused to meet the spectral gaze, his jaw tight, murmuring a hollow justification to the air: *“I’m doing it for the others, for our people…”* It was a lie he told himself to survive the guilt. He looked away, desperate for the hallucination to vanish, begging for peace that would not come, trapped in the memory of a betrayal he could never forgive himself for.