So I just found this on my phone and thought I'd upload it... Sorry if my autocorrect screwed anything up!
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I sat down on the bed and stared at the tent flap. He's gone, no matter how long you stare at the door, he can't come through. You made sure he couldn't come back. You killed him.
I snap out of my daze and glimpse down at my hands, the dried blood has settled into the cracks and crevices of my knuckles, it's going to take hours to get it off. Then it hits me... he's really gone, and the tears come. I don't even try to hold them back, what's the point? I give myself this time allowing my sobs to shake my body and drench my bed sheet.
The tent flap rustles and I look up, my eyes are swollen and red from crying, so the figure isn't clear, but somehow I know it's him. Bellamy. I let the cries consume me once again, but then he's there. In a flash he's beside me gathering me in his arms and stroking my hair. 'Shh,' he whispers, 'shh.'
It takes hours for my tears to subside, but Bellamy stays, not once letting going of me, not once ceasing to make me feel safe.
'I killed him.' I mutter into his shirt, now saturated with tears.
'No.' He replies strongly, ' you saved him.'
'No!' I pull away from him and look him in the eye, my face feels tight and hard to move. 'I took the knife, and I killed him. You can't fix this one.'
There's a moment of silence and I stare at him, seeing the sadness in his eyes... He misses him too. Eventually, he replied saying;
'Finn was gone Clarke. We lost him long before he died. All you did was ease his pain, and I'm so proud of you.' Bellamy looks away, and I take some time to process what he said. He's right, I know that, but it doesn't help. It doesn't stop me missing him.