post 505

I let out an aggravated sigh, beginning to get annoyed, as Clarke abruptly stands up from her seat by the fire as I approach her, and practically runs across the camp and into her tent.

She's been ignoring me for the last couple days and I can honestly say it's been eating me alive not being able to talk to her. We had so much catching up to do. I just got her back.

Just when I was about to follow her into her tent to have a well earned discussion on what was so off between us, I heard someone calling my name.

"Bellamy," My heart wrenches uncomfortably at the sound of Echo's voice, which is something it probably shouldn't do, considering she was my girlfriend.

I am met with the same feeling at that thought. I'm not even sure what's wrong. But something just doesn't feel right.

She approaches me, the light smile instantly dropping from her face when she catches my expression. And due to the unamused pout that befalls her face, I'm pretty sure my face is dancing between a mixture of frustration, sadness, and guilt.

"Bellamy, what's wrong?" Echo accentuates her caring words by placing her hand on my arm, in what I assume was meant to be a comforting act, but I instantly shrug her off.

She returns the action with a concerned expression, that no matter how hard I tried to read, I just couldn't. Unlike Clarke.

I felt guilt gnaw at my stomach at the unintentional thought.

"Hey, what's going on with you?" She eases, and I am about to tell her, but something just doesn't feel right about complaining about Clarke ignoring me to her. It just doesn't seem to sit well with me.

But Echo is bright, something I admire about her, and after a few more moments of looking into my eyes, something in her mind clicks, and I watch as the fire of anger and jealousy fuels up in her eyes, but only for an instant, before it is replaced by a look of sorrow. A look of loss.

She sighs quietly, before taking my hand and leading me to the tent we had been occupying with Monty and Harper.

She opens the orange flap to reveal it being empty. Perfect for some emotional conversations. And I had a feeling that that was where this interaction was headed.

We step inside and echo shuts the zipper behind us, before turning to look at me. She holds my eyes for a moment, before letting hers fall and heaving a quiet sigh.

"You lied." Is the first thing she states, her voice cracking.

"What?" I ask in confusion, raking my mind for the time she must be referring to.

"You said nothing would change on the ground," She replied, and this time, I couldn't even get out any words. I swallowed, and glanced into her eyes, expecting to see betrayal or anger, but only seeing sadness.

"But it did." She croaked out, and I could tell she was on the verge of tears. By instinct, I wanted to reach out and help her, but I had a feeling that that is the last thing she would want right now.

"Echo," I start, trying to think of something, anything to say in reply to that.

"Everything changed." She said, closing her eyes as if to hold back tears. She breathed in and out deeply before bringing her eyes back up to meet mine.

I stared at her, the hurt that was clearly evident on her face making my throat close, knowing that it was my fault she was feeling this way.

"I can't do this anymore, Bellamy." She says, and I feel shame spike through my veins. My mouth goes dry.

"I know," I say shakily, my brows furrowing. She nods and sniffles quietly. Before I can say or do anything else, she embraces me in a hug.

I wrap my arms around her, stunned by all that had happened in the last couple minutes. But my mind couldn't help but drift to Clarke. I assumed that the way I had acted around her was the reason Echo was doing this. I couldn't blame her.

I know my feelings for Clarke, hell, I have known for the past six years. But I was also pretty sure I knew hers for me. And I seriously doubted she felt the same.

Echo pulled away, her eyes slightly wet. She met mine with a small smile.

"I love you, you know?" She says, and I felt my whole body tense up at the sudden confession.

"That's why I need to let you go." Her voice cracks over the last couple words, but before I can respond, she's gone.