to your beautiful destiny

Delphine

He threw the herbs on the floor, almost shouting at her, and the fact that he was angry was... it was comforting. Bellamy had never gotten angry, he was always calm, quiet, silent. He'd always waited for her to breakdown and come to him, when she'd punished herself, hurt herself in an attempt to appease her own anxiety. But Noah...

Noah was hurting too. Hazel eyes stared at his pointing finger, the accusation enough to make her shudder, and she whispered, "That's... That's what I was trying to tell you. I can't forget. There-there's never a day where I'm not thinking about them, about what happened, what I did... Never a moment where I don't see..."

But then, his words shift. 'We don't get to forget,' and she understands. He's hurt somebody too. "I couldn't bury them." The words are soft, and she shivered where she stood, staring at the scattered herbs on the ground. "I fled our home, and... everything in that bag is everything to my name. I'm not good at anything, I--I can't even practice medicine, or heal like I used too. I'm not worth anything. I don't know why it didn't just... take me instead."

He sprinkled me in pixie dust and told me to believe,
Believe in him and believe in me,
Together we will fly away in a cloud of green,
To your beautiful destiny.