⋆.˚ once you let the thought in, then it's already done.⋆.˚

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ landing on the wrong mountain wasn't an expected inconvenience, because if we're being honest, you wanted some time to yourself to explore the ground on your own, away from the chaos of the ark and whoever was up there.

it was extremely strict for you because of your parents, so nothing really entertained you up there except the VIP access. your mom is on the council, which means she can get her hands on stuff regular phoenicians and waldenites couldn't, and one of those was a really old cell phone, and a guitar. you took up songwriting as a hobby to accompany you on the lonely days where you could hear your own voice reflecting against the walls of your room.

and when you were caught in the 'confiscation' room where Jaha kept all the historical pieces, you got arrested for not having permission to go in there.

so you went down with the 100, and got your guitar with you by a special request, let's say... you're privileged. and then you saw bellamy, last time you saw him was when the walden station's gates were closed due to the oxygen decreases, and you thought he had died. since three months you've never subsided from next to him, afraid to relive the same traumatic feelings.

and as days went on, he was drifting away, and you couldn't do anything about it. just sometimes sat in your secluded area of the camp by a fire as you wrote more songs, the most recent ones specifically about his distancing, and lucky for you, you managed to notice him before he came, sitting next to you on the log with a barely visible smile, like it wasn't genuine. he flicked his gaze to your guitar then back to your eyes, licking his lips subtly before speaking.

"you're not around much anymore." it wasn't a question, more like an observation. truth is, you thought that giving him space is a good idea.. or perhaps, giving yourself space, to figure why is he distant lately, or if you're only making it up and you're the one fading away.