Chapter thrity-nine

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"We can burry him if you want." Raven said, gently.

"Ca-Can we?" Octavia asked as another year ran down her cheek.

Raven looked over at Wick, Monty, Jasper, and Miller. As if she was asking for their permission. She earned an approving nod from Wick, and with that she turned back to Octavia.

"Of course, we can." Raven sweetly rubbed up and down on Octavia's back.

"Can we burry him, now?" Octavia questioned.

Nobody could say no, they knew that they had to burry him for Octavia.

"Yeah." Wick spoke up.

"Take us to him and we'll burry him." Jasper assured her.

More added. "Whenever your ready. If you want to burry him now, or later. We'll be happy to do it whenever you are ready to."

"Now. I want to burry him now." Octavia told them.

They all nodded.

"I can lead the way." Miller told them.

"No. No." Octavia brushed the tear off of her face. "I'll lead the way."
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Clarke, Bellamy, and Charlotte stood around Lincoln's dead, and lifeless body.

"Oh my God." Charlotte looked away from the sight, not wanting the view of Lincoln's death.

Clarke looked over to Bellamy, who had tears in his eyes.

"If he's dead, what does this mean for my sister?" Bellamy had a tear gleaming in his eye.

Clarke immediately knew what Bellamy was thinking. Bellamy was thinking that his sister was dead, and so was everybody else.

"Bellamy, we don't know that she's dead." Clarke assured him.

"Because we have hope!?" Bellamy burst out, angrily.

Clarke was shocked by his sudden temper, but she began to speak. "Yes. Just because Lincoln is dead, doesn't mean that Octavia is." Clarke spoke gently.

"Everyone's dead! We all know it. So why pretend?!" Bellamy yelled.

"We don't know that, we don't know anything." Clarke was getting close to tears, herself.

Bellamy turned his back to Clarke and Charlotte, and began to walk away.

"Bellamy, stop!" Clarke called after him, but he didn't stop. "Bellamy!" Clarke started to run, catching up to him because he was only walking.

Clarke grabbed his wrist, turing him around, forcing him to face her.

Bellamy began to speak, angered. "I don't know what you think that I need from you, but whatever it is save it. I don't need your pity, comfort, I don't need you to hold me while I cry! I -"

"I know that!" Clarke interrupted.

"Then why are you coming after me?!" Bellamy questioned with a growl.

"Because I need you!" Clarke yelled back as a tear streamed down her face. "I need someone's pity, someone's comfort. I need someone to hold me while I cry, and I thought that would be you."

Bellamy immediately felt a wave of guilt hit him, Clarke lost Octavia, too. It wasn't just him.

Bellamy didn't say about her word, he only extended his arms and pulled Clarke into his chest. He wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other arm held the back of her head.

"I'm sorry, Clarke." Bellamy whispered into her hair. "I'm wrong. I do need you. Your pity, comfort, and I need you to hold me while I cry." Bellamy continued. "I'm so sorry, Clarke."

Clarke wrapped her arms around Bellamy. "I'm sorry, too."

"You don't need to be sorry, you didn't do anything wrong." Bellamy was still talking into her hair.

Author's Note: Bellarke. 😍 I feel like they are slowly starting to fall in love. It's just hard to love with all of the death, pain, and complications. I just know that they will realize that they love each other. What do you guys think?

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