[Bellamy POV]

Bellamy leans back sighing, closing his eyes trying to relax under the warmth of the sunrays. It's not that easy, though. The sun these past couple of weeks has been relentless. He supposes it's normal since it's summer.

Back on the Ark they've never experienced the change of the seasons, the temperature was always just right.

So this is a new experience for everyone. So much so, that people actually ended up in Medical for staying too long under the sun. Apparently, working under the summer sun for too long, makes your body go nuts. Or, well, that's how Abby explained it to them when she said that they were experiencing "Sunstrokes".

After that, she arranged an elaborate rotation plan for everyone that has to work outside during daytime. And made sure that plenty of water was always available for them to drink.

Everyone is still adjusting to the harsh world that is the Ground, but they all have hope.

That's Abby's doing, he thinks.

Abby.

The chancellor hasn't spoken to him since the moment she discovered that her daughter wasn't at the camp. Well, first she had yelled at him accusing him of letting her go, then she stopped talking to him. Little did she know that Bellamy had tried, and that even if he would've managed to get her to come inside, Clarke would've have still found a way to leave, because no matter what, it all came down to one thing.

Clarke didn't want to stay.

And in that moment Bellamy had realized how screwed he was.

He inhales deeply in the warm scent of dust, metal and ground, and lets go of the breath slowly.

Thinking of Clarke always makes his heart ache, and then feel angrier than he probably should have the right to be.

Just then he sees Monty approaching him with the little sad smile that seems to have taken permanent place on his lips.

If there was another person that understood his pain, in the camp, that was Monty. And Bellamy tries to smile warmly back at him. "Hey, Monty."

"Bellamy." Monty acknowledges him with a nod. They stand a couple of moments in silence, until finally, Monty looks down kicking a pebble asking, "So, how's the wall coming?"

Bellamy studies him for a while, he came to know him well enough, to know for a fact, that that's not what he's come to ask him, but decides to go along with it, shrugging. "It's coming together pretty great, even though, it's a bitch working under this sun…"

Monty nods still not meeting his eyes. Bellamy nudges him with his elbow, and asks, "What is it Monty?"

Monty sighs, "I wanted to ask you something…" He finally says, looking carefully up at him.

Bellamy nods, prompting to go on, "Sure, anything."

Monty licks his lips nervously, "I was thinking…" He takes a deep breath, "I was thinking about the people in Mount Weather, all these people that we… that we–" He closes his eyes and lets go of a shuddering breath.

Bellamy squeezes his shoulder in sympathy, "It's okay, I understand." He says and watches as his friend takes another deep breath.

"There were people that helped us, and kids," Monty starts again, gulping. "I thought that we could bury them, have some sort of funeral maybe…" he turns and Bellamy does too, catching sight of what he's looking at. Jasper. Monty turns back to him, "I think it could help us, you know, to move on…"

Bellamy smiles sadly and clasps at his shoulder again, "That's a great idea, Monty." He says, "I'll talk to Kane, I'm sure he'll agree."

Theoretically he should go to Abby to ask for something like this, but for one, the chancellor wasn't really keen on hearing out anything that came out from Bellamy's mouth –for obvious reasons –and two, even if Abby was still the acting chancellor, Kane was still on a pretty good leader-like position. In fact, the pair seemed to work more as a partnership when it came to take decisions the revolved around the camp. Like he and Clarke had done when they took care of the hundred.

He grits his teeth, and forces the pang of pain to go away. He needed a clear head to do this, and god knows, thinking about the girl that left him behind would achieve anything but that.

As soon as Bellamy presented Monty's idea, Kane was more than happy to sanction the mission, and even offered to lead the expedition himself when Abby started to raise some doubts.

Bellamy thinks that the man was probably going through a guilt complex as he and Monty were.

Even Abby had agreed more easily than he would've thought initially.

He wondered, if that was their faith, now that they were finally, really living on the Ground.

Forever condemned to feel guilt upon the simple fact that they were still alive.

Once they did all the necessary preparations, the next day, Bellamy, Monty, Jasper, Octavia and Lincoln, plus a reasonable number of guards and volunteers, and Kane packed up and left the camp, in hope to let go of some of the guilt.

While they trek towards the mountain, Bellamy can't stop himself from thinking of Clarke. If only, she would've stayed, they could've been doing this together and try to put it all behind them. But that's just wistful thinking, is what it is. She left, and he was alone.

Once they got all the bodies out in the open, they separated them in two sides. One, for the people that had tried to help them and the kids, and the other for all the other ones.

They were just about to lower the second side of the bodies –the ones that had wanted the sky people dead- in the hole that some volunteers had dug while the others had hauled the bodies from the mountain, when Jasper shouted. "Wait!"

They all turned to him, mirroring questioning looks on their faces.

Jasper tugged nervously at the hems of his faded green button up. "I know, that they tried to kill us." He started. "But, they did that because, they desperately wanted to see the outside," He makes a wide gesture opening his arms, "All this. They died for that dream. They're dead now, but they are here, finally. And putting them in a hole in a ground, is like putting them back inside the mountain…"

Kane frowns, "What are you saying Jordan?" he asks.

"I thought," he gulps. "We could have a cremation ceremony like the grounders do with their dead. So, that the wind can carry their ashes and finally be free." He blinks away a tear, "I know, Maya would've wanted that."

Kane's expression softens and nods, giving orders to collect wood instead of digging other holes.

In the end they end up on building up four different wood beds.

One for the people that had wanted them dead. A different one for the people that had helped them with the kids. Another one for Maya. And the last one for Dante.

Slowly and methodically they set fire to the wood, watching silently as the fire spreads from the wood to the bodies. A million thoughts passing through their minds. All the pain and the regret for all the people that didn't deserve it. For Maya, for her father. For all the kids.

Bellamy turns to look at Jasper. He's staring at Maya's wood bed with a faraway expression, his eyes bright from unshed tears for staring to long at the fire, a small and saddest smile on his face. No wonder, thinking of all the things they could've been.

Monty was behind him, watching his best friend with the same sad look.

No matter how hard he tried not to, Bellamy's mind went back to Clarke. He couldn't shake the feeling that this would've been good for her too.

It's night-time when they started to move to go back to camp.

Bellamy walks to where Dante's wood-bed had been, now reduced to ashes. He kneels on the ground and scoops up some of it into a medium-size vial and carefully places it in the inside pocket of his jacket.

Clarke isn't here.

But that didn't mean that Bellamy had stopped looking out for her.

After all, she was still his princess.