The Ark was never a long-lasting solution to the survival of the human race. All the Arkers knew this, but they just didn't know exactly when they could return to Earth. Hell, for a while there were even talks of moving the last of the human race to Mars instead! That's why a year ago, Bellamy never would've believed he would be one of the first Arkers on Earth. Then again, he didn't have many high expectations of the rest of his life after the Ark council found out about Octavia, his illegal sister. But the Gods had a different plan for him, he supposed.

Yes, a different plan. What a shitty plan this was. Bellamy swore he could hear the Gods laughing above his head, mocking him under the cruel predicament They created for him. That's why Bellamy was here, hidden behind a boulder with his sister beside him, like a coward. Kane wasn't too far away with the prisoners they managed to escape with, convincing them to find their way back home. But Bellamy knew deep down, Kane was trying to avoid the execution that was about to take place. For a second, he wished he didn't have to watch, but he threw the thought away as soon as it came. didn't want to see the execution take place.

"There they are!" A sharp whisper from Octavia grabbed his attention. "They're coming out."

The siblings moved away from the boulder and hid behind the foliage, eyes focusing past the fenced gates to the back door of the main Arkadia building. The escape group were close enough to see what was going on below, but far enough from any threats by the Arkers. The back door whooshed open. Two grounders emerged from the door calmly only to be forcefully pushed into the dirt and mud. Rows of guards came through the doors just as one of the grounders angrily slammed their fist into the mud.

"Kova and Lincoln." He murmured under his breath. His heart plummeted into the ground as he heard his sister take a sharp breath, but his eyes were only focused on one of the grounders. He could see the sweat rolling down Kova's face, past their tattooed and scarred cheeks, their monobrow scrunching together, nostrils flared, jaw clenched so tight he could see the dip in their cheek even from the distance. He noticed their fingers twitched, calloused hands searching for a weapon, anything to use against their opponents in front of them and memories came flooding back into Bellamy's mind of those steady hands stitching up his wounds, of the cold tips of their fingers running down his spine in the early morning, and it hit him like a train that 'oh god they might die down there and the last thing he said to them was—'

Bellamy hissed sharply and loosened his tight fists. Small sprinkles of blood formed as his nails carved crescent shaped marks into his palms. The pain brought him back to his surroundings— he hadn't realized Octavia had already begun weeping over her own lover, Lincoln, down there in the muddy ground by Kova's side. His sister leaned over, placing her cheek on her brother's shoulder. A cold and tight feeling washed over his body and settled deep into his chest. He tried to protect her from all the pain of the Ark, from all the problems he and his mother had to face in order to keep her alive, but this? Watching their lovers in an execution ring? This was something he couldn't even protect himself from.

He brought a hand up, letting Octavia intertwine their fingers together and squeezed tightly. "I'm so sorry, Octavia." He said softly. "I wish I could've—"

"I know." Octavia interrupted with a nod. Their attention was brought back down to the ground as the newest elected Chancellor stepped out and stood in front of the two grounders.

He casually placed a hand on his gun, but hesitated when Kova and Lincoln stilled, their bodies coiled and ready to... strike? Flee? The two parties were talking, but the escape group were too far away to hear what they were saying. But Bellamy could vaguely read Kova's lips through the blurriness of his burning eyes. "You don't have to do this, Pike." They pleaded, leaning almost back to back with Lincoln as the guards circle grew closer to the two. Neither Kova nor Lincoln understood why Pike's hate ran so deep for their people, but they knew history repeats itself in the hands of bigots. Surrounded by Chancellor Pike's guardsmen with guns and stun batons, and the electric wired walls of Arkadia blocking them from their escape path, it seemed impossible for the two to escape.

"Yes, I do." The Chancellor spoke. Octavia's weeping grew into sobs and a dreadful lump formed at the bottom of Bellamy's throat. For a brief second he thought it was raining, with grey clouds rolling and covering the skies, but it was only when he felt tears gather at his chin and his whole body started to shake viciously, uncontrollably, did he realize he was crying. More tears followed the path down his cheeks. He looked back to the scene below and noticed something in Kova's eyes changed. They discreetly turned their head, as if they were counting how many guards they were surrounded by. But it was always those eyes of theirs that gave away their intentions. They scanned past the guards, past the fence and towards the hill, where all the dead foliage and forest was. Where the escape group was. Where Bellamy was. A flicker of hope warmed Bellamy's body that maybe they'll find him, that maybe they'll make eye contact, that maybe they'll acknowledge each other at the very least.

'You're close. Over here, to your left!' He practically begged for some God out there to give him telepathy, or to show Kova where they were. Those dark, focused eyes. Sharp. Prowling about. Only when there was danger around, only when a life - whether it be their own or a loved one's - was in danger.

His breathing hitched in his throat.

Closer— there!

He let out a shaky breath he didn't know he was holding, as if his loved one's eyes connecting with his solved all his problems, all his issues and worries. The last time he had seen or spoken to them was at the end of their argument, before Kova had been accused of treason and taken away by the guardsmen as prisoner, alongside their brother. 'Please, I'm so sorry for everything.'

The moment their eyes landed on him, their eyes widened and their lips parted in shock. Kova's body uncoiled just slightly, the tenseness underneath their muscles relaxing slowly, bit by bit. Their eyes softened tremendously and it was like watching a whole different person. As if they knew what he was trying to say, what he was apologizing for, they nodded their head in response, as if to say 'I know, and I forgive you.' The corner of their lip twitched, as if they were restraining a smile.

He couldn't help but openly smile back, but his eyes and throat burned like crazy. He vaguely felt Octavia's palm on his back in comfort as more tears rolled down his cheeks and he bowed his head, wiping the tears off with the back of his hand. He looked back at Kova, who to his surprise had tears rolling down their cheeks as well. Pike must have spoken, because Kova quickly wiped their face down discreetly and took on the same look they had before seeing Bellamy. He could see a flash of determination through both Kova and Lincoln's eyes as they met each other, a language only the siblings knew fluently. "Lincoln and Kova of Trikru," Pike continued, neglecting their significant look as he began to walk around them in a circle. "You both have been sentenced to death by the rights of the Exodus charter." Pike passed by Lincoln, whose large frame was big enough for him to pass an apple shaped object to Kova from his belt without alerting anyone. They easily took hold of heavy object in their hands and hid it inconspicuously while moving positions.

"Oh god." Kane breathed out, his mouth slacked as his eyes widened in horror. "What, what's wrong? What is it?" Bellamy leaned towards Kane as the older man whispered in his ear. With every word Bellamy's eyebrows pulled together and his grip on Octavia's hand tightened. He looked at Kane, fear and pain in his eyes. "You gave Lincoln a what?!"

"Bell, what is it?" Octavia asked but he couldn't bring himself to tell her. His eyes were locked on his lover down in the pit and he thought of all the things he should've said, the things he shouldn't have said and everything in between.

"Do either of you have any last words?" Pike asked as he brought out his gun, standing in front of the two grounders."Not for you." Lincoln said. From the distance nobody from the escape group could hear the sharp 'click!' but the guardsmen visibly tensed at the sound.

Bellamy never would've expected to be one of the first Arkers on Earth, let alone fall in love with one of the indigenous humans of Earth after the nuclear war. After all, how could he when he needed to keep his friends alive in this harsh new world? But there he was behind the foliage, wishing he could go back in time and fix his mistakes. He felt his heart pound in his ears and fall apart as he watched Kova, his person, his lover, throw an active grenade straight up in the air, fire burning in their eyes.

This is the story of how Bellamy lost the love of his life.