Missing You Every Step Of The Way (Bellarke)

S2 - Comfort Least Expected

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Camp Jaha lay silent. Solemnly quiet after the events of that day. People were in their cabins or tents but few slept. The few that did, rested with the morbid assurance that the Grounders wouldn't come knocking but had a lot to think about come tomorrow. The day to change the relations with those they co-existed with. The day to make alliances.

Bellamy wasn't asleep. He'd just returned from guard duty at the gate, which he'd bluntly asked for since he knew that unconsciousness wasn't going to be an option that night. Kane didn't have the heart to refuse him that.

Not after Finn's death.

Bellamy could still see the way the Grounders had carelessly unbound Finn's lifeless body, before hoisting it onto a cart to be carried to the burial site tomorrow. He could still feel the endless tears and sobs that had rattled through Raven as he held her. He could still see the blood spreading out across Finn's shirt like a large red flower from the stab wound to his stomach.

Afterwards, when Raven had left to see Finn one last time and the crowds had dispersed from the fence surrounding Camp Jaha, Bellamy took up guard duty mainly to watch the aftermath of preparations in the Grounder Camp.

Brown eyes alert, he'd felt his breath hitch a little as he caught a glimpse of blonde hair amongst the dark-clad Grounder warriors. It looked like a small light amongst all the darkness, but Bellamy couldn't help but feel worried.

Would the Grounder's keep up their end of the bargain? Just days ago he'd witnessed Clarke bleeding from a head wound because of them and now she was alone amongst an entire army.

The thought was enough to make Bellamy want to march over and kill anyone who got within 3 feet of her; that wasn't an option though since it would make a barbaric situation worse. Much worse. And Clarke didn't deserve for something to go wrong now. Not after all that she'd lost.

He watched as Clarke disappeared into, what seemed to be the commander's tent, before reappearing moments later and began to make her way up the hill again having finished the negotiations.

In a short time, she'd arrived at the gate and Bellamy cautiously made his way up to see her. However, his footsteps slowed to a stop as he took in her appearance.

Clarke's face was blank and emotionless as if the feeling had been drained out of her. She was dangerously pale and her eyes dull from the sheer effort to suppress the tears that hadn't had the time to fall yet but her cheeks were wet from the few that had escaped. Her hands obsessively rubbed small circles across her jacket, and with horror, Bellamy realised that they had been rubbed raw by something. To remove all trace of Finn's blood.

She was visibly shaking and looked close to the point of collapse, yet her eyes remained trained on the ground as if scared to look up and see the faces of those that now hated her for what she'd done. But no one was around. Only the guards let her pass, if somewhat cautiously as if she was somehow tainted with something and if you got too close you'd catch it too.

Clarke felt the eyes on her and walked through the gate. As her gaze focussed, she could recognise Bellamy's boots stood a few feet away from her but she didn't proceed. Instead, she kept walking forward, the world around her melting away into nothing. It was just like how she felt. Empty.

The small knife Raven had given her was now somewhere in the woods after she'd hurled it out of sight in disgust at what she'd done.

She'd killed someone. Though not just someone. Finn. One of the few people she'd ever loved, yet it was becoming a habit. The people she loved, dying.