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The oldest Blake child pushed through the crowd of teenage delinquents, searching the for your familiar face. But when he couldn't find you, his heart started to race, the panic creeping up on him as he looked around quickly.
"Octavia, have you seen Y/N?"
"Not since yesterday, I thought she was with you?"
He gulped, swallowing the large lump in his throat that had started to grow. He shook his head to his sister, which was all she needed to know her older brother was starting to panic.
"I'm sure she's fine Bell. Maybe she's just with Clarke. Didn't she have a bad burn she needed to get healed?" He nodded faintly, his eyes still searching the ever growing crowd of delinquents. He still couldn't find you.
He searched for hours, checking in every tent, behind every tree and with every single person multiple times.
"Have you seen Y/N?"
"Do you know where Y/N is?"
"Did Y/N say anything about where she is?"
Each question was filled with small glimmers of hope, and every single one was crushed.
Because you would never be found, and Bellamy would always wonder why he lost you.
