Standing For Love
Prompt: He says “me too” instead of I love you.
He stood a distance away from you, wringing his sweaty hands as he watched the gentle morning breeze sweep a few strands of hair into your face. You were grooming Octavia’s horse, gently brushing its mane and admiring its majestic beauty while Bellamy was admiring yours.
He wondered if you knew just how much he cared for you. Did you notice how you made his heart swell with such profound joy or the way the peaceful sound of your voice quelled even his most raging inner demons? Were you fully aware that he had just realized that you were certainly one of the best things to ever happen to him?
Bellamy had never felt this deeply enthralled, this intensely passionate about another human being. He had never been this…in love and it was terrifying.
Bellamy had been plagued with such bewilderment over his sudden romantic awakening. Love was such a foreign concept that he had only just begun to grasp since you graced his life with your divine existence. He never had much experience with the word, only ever uttering it in the presence of his mother and younger sister, and this newfound emotion left him filled with great doubt.
The questions ran rampant in his mind. Was it too early to express such a sentiment? Was there ever a perfect time to confess? Could you ever love someone as complicated as him? Was it even possible for him to profess his feelings for you and would you requite?
Surely, you had witnessed his love for you represented in his physical conduct – from the way his hands held onto you like it was the first and last time you had ever touched, to the way he savored every sweet kiss and relished in each warm embrace. And surely you had seen his love radiating from his soft and affectionate glances because although his mouth frequently failed him, his eyes always told the truth.
His eyes said you were the only one for him, immediately flocking to you, even in the most crowded area, and marveling at you like the rarest and most intriguing blossom in a flowering field. They spoke volumes of his adoration, his longing and his need for you, but Bellamy wasn’t convinced that a mere look was enough.
Bellamy pushed his fears aside and mustered up enough courage to walk over to you, deciding to take the road of overconfidence since humility had given him his fair share of cold feet.
“I’m Bellamy Blake. I laugh in the face of rejection. Hey, fear. Go screw yourself,” he thought to himself. He rolled his eyes, realizing just how stupid he sounded. “Who am I kidding? I’m scared shitless.”
He took a deep breath and tapped you on the shoulder.
“Y/N,” he started, the extreme, false bravado immediately deflating as soon as you greeted him with that angelic expression. His usually slick and charming tongue had been reduced to that of a thick knot. His voice cracked as he went on, “I-I have something that I need to say.”
You waited only to receive stagnant silence.
Before Bellamy had the opportunity to freeze up for the millionth time, you turned to him. You stood before him, confident and assured, as you held tightly onto his calloused and perspiring hand.
“What would you say if I told you I loved you?” you asked.
The butterflies in Bellamy’s stomach stopped swarming and fluttered away. You had taken every inch of doubt, every worry, and every concern, melting it into pure bliss with one inquiry.
Maybe you were already aware of the uncertainty that afflicted him and just how infantile and useless his tongue was at self-expression…or maybe you were just that perfect.
A faint pink flush stained his speckled cheeks and a relieved smile stretched across his lips.
“I would say…me too.”