You didn’t know why, but for the past few days, you had been avoiding Bellamy.

Well… in reality, you did know, but you were too proud to admit it to yourself. You hadn’t noticed when exactly you started having those feelings for him; it was as if, from one day to the next, the hatred you initially felt toward him had turned into affection, and now… into something more.

Of course, you weren’t planning on telling him. At that moment, you were fighting a war against the Grounders, and you were quite busy with more important things like securing enough food and weapons before the possible attack approached.

At some point, you had thought maybe he felt the same way, but that thought vanished when you found out about his… encounter with Raven. You had no right to feel that way, but you couldn’t help it; in fact, you tried to understand him, you really did… Raven is beautiful, smart—no one would pass up such an opportunity.

So... isolating yourself or trying to avoid him became your solution—a very foolish one, but you had never felt anything like this before, and it wasn’t the only problem gnawing at your mind.

“I need to talk to you,” Bellamy said before you could leave the tent. You froze uncomfortably in place because the tone of his voice made it clear what he wanted to talk about. You glanced pleadingly at Clarke and Finn, who were still in the tent with you after a quick meeting about what your next move againts the grounders should be. But Bellamy continued. “Alone.”