I couldn't believe my eyes. I couldn't think of anything else but two words: Bellamy alive. I raced through the crowd. I didn't even think as I ran, I didn't stop, I ran up and flung my arms around his broad shoulders. He looked bloodied. He looked tired. But most of all, he look surprised. I could feel his arms weren't hugging me back. That's okay though, I had him right there and right now. I really didn't want to let go, even if he didn't feel the same way.
And then I felt his arms go around me. And he hugged me back. The pit of my stomach dropped in excitement: This wasn't some giddy child's feeling, this was us. This was someone I trusted my whole life to. Wholly, and perfectly. We pulled apart and I looked up at his eyes. That was when I noticed Octavia his sister standing next to me. I glanced over at her, and it would have been weird if I didn't also hug her. So I did. I was glad to see her too alive.
But I looked back at Bellamy, and I remember how we used to squabble. And how he had save my life many times. How together we had done things people thought were impossible. We were friends, but more than that. We were bonded over terrible things.
His dark hair tumbled in the wind. And I looked into those dark eyes and for a moment, wanted to lose myself in them. But I knew I couldn't. Because right now wasn't the time.
He wasn't perfect, but that was ok, because I wasn't perfect either.