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After Finn's death, Clarke is hunted by nightmares.

She woke up with a sudden sob. Again. Tears run silently down her cheeks, she didn't even wipe them off like she would normally do. She almost felt comfortable with them touching her face.

She could feel the body next to her, breathing. He was asleep. That was good. He needed it.

Slowly, so as not to wake him, Clarke sat up.

The nightmares were haunting her for a whole week now. She stopped screaming three nights ago but she still woke up in the middle of the night, crying.

Finn died eight days ago. No, that was wrong. She killed him! That's why nightmares were haunting her and she couldn't sleep because whenever she closed her eyes, she could see Finn, tied on that mast... She had no choice. She did this for her people. Not for the people in Camp Jaha but her people in Mount Weather. At least, that's what she kept telling herself to not freak out, but the truth is, she didn't kill Finn for them. The Grounders would have killed him wether she had or hadn't done it herself. The Grounders wanted to kill him. Actually, they were upset when she did it.

But this death would have been horrible for Finn. Before the Grounders would have killed him, they would have tortured him so that he had to feel every single of the eighteen deaths of their people. Clarke couldn't let them do it. What Finn did was terrible. She knew that. She hated to see him like this, to actually be afraid of him and the knowledge that he did this for her, was killing her. But he wasn't himself and she cared too much about him to let them torture him.

Thanks princess.

Those two words were hunting her in her dreams. They seem to prove that what she did was right but it still felt so wrong. In her head, she could still hear Raven's scream when she saw that Finn was dead. And every night, she woke up because the memory of this scream shattered her heart in thousands of tiny pieces.

She hadn't spoken or seen Raven since that night. It was for her own safety, she knew that.

When Clarke entered the Camp again, Raven run towards her and the next thing Clarke felt was Raven's fist in her face. She would have probably ripped Clarke into pieces wasn't it for Bellamy and Wick. The two of them holded her back before she could hit Clarke a second time.

As far as she knew, Raven spend that night locked up in a cell. Clarke felt horrible and she couldn't understand why her mother would do such a thing to a grieving teenager.

Bellamy had told her that she wasn't alone, though. Wick spend the night with her in this cell. He really seemed to care about Raven and she was glad that Raven wasn't completely alone.

When they brought Raven to the cells, Octavia tried to talk to Clarke. She wanted to know if she was okay. Of course she wasn't and Clarke knew that O just wanted to be there for her but she couldn't speak, she did not wanted to. When her mother asked about the agreement, she just nodded. Once.

When Octavia tried to talk to her, Clarke almost started crying. She never cried in front of others and she hated to show weakness. It was hard enough not to cry when she entered the Camp again, she couldn't deal with the warm-hearted Octavia, now.

Fortunately, Bellamy showed up again. He immediately saw what was going on. He told O to leave and accompanied Clarke to her tent. As soon as they entered the tent, Bellamy wrapped his arms around her and in the safety of her tent and Bellamy's arms, Clarke started crying. And she didn't stop.

They stood there for what felt like hours. It probably were hours. But Clarke didn't care and Bellamy didn't leave. He stayed and did not let go of her. When she finally was too tired to stand there any longer in the entrance of her tent, he lifted her up and carried her to her bed. He laid down with her but they didn't sleep that night. He just held her in his arms all night and let her grieve.

The memories made her sob again and this time she woke up the person next to her. She didn't see him but she could feel how he moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her body. He didn't say a word. He knew that it wouldn't help her and Clarke was thankful for that.

After a few minutes, her breathing calmed down and she stopped sobbing. She then slowly turned around to face him. He loosened his embrace and wiped off the last tears running down her face.

When ever she looked at his beautiful eyes she saw nothing but fear. He didn't pity her but he cared about her and he was afraid because he could see that she wasn't getting better. She could see this in his face.

During daytime, she didn't show anyone that she only had a couple hours of sleep in the last week. But he knew. He woke up every night when he heard her crying. He didn't get a lot of sleep either and it was her fault. Clarke felt terrible but she didn't want to lose the feeling of his arms around her waist to comfort her. Clarke knew how selfish she was but she couldn't help it.

She sighed.

"Bellamy, you need to sleep."

Bellamy just looked at her, shaking his head. "So do you, princess."

When she heard this stupid nickname she smiled slightly.

When Bellamy saw that, he sighed in relief and smiled, too.

"I knew you like it when I call you that!"

Her smile got brighter but she shook her head. "Shut up, I don't."

"Whatever you say, princess but your smile tells me everything I need to know.", he touched her cheek and Clarke's smile got even brighter.

He smiled his half-smile which Clarke loved. But she would never admit that to him.

Bellamy pulled her down again, next to him and wrapped his arms around her. Clarke snuggled into his chest and closed her eyes.

If her mother would knew about that, she would probably kill Clarke. And Bellamy.

Bellamy kissed her head.

" Try to sleep for a few hours, Clarke. Please."

Thanks for reading.

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-K xx