Genevieve:
As Ariel had mentioned, she sat with Bellamy, who had his head down and his hands clumped together. They were oddly close, as if they had just finished doing something. His shirt buttons were open, and she was in her bra, holding a sheet over her chest. A pillow lay on the couch, and I could only imagine what had transpired before my arrival.
“Come on, don’t be too sad,” Ariel continued to talk, her arm wrapped around him.
“I just can't believe she gave him the medal and then cleared his name as well,” Bellamy complained about me, all the while sitting close enough with Ariel to suggest that his claims of a breakup were false.
Once again, just as I had given Emre a chance, I found myself making excuses for Bellamy's betrayal. Maybe he had reconciled with her after coming her
