That night I toss and turn in my sleep. My head is full of the chaos and corruption it used to be and it just won't settle. All the things I have seen and done are attacking me all at once. The blood, the tears, the anger, the hatred, the sadness. I can't rest. I lie awake with the covers bundled up by my feet because I threw them off during the night. I now lay exposed to the cool air that tickles my torso. When will things get better? I ask myself. Just then there is a loud knock on the door. I scramble out of bed, barely awake, and shuffle towards it. Sluggishly I grab the handle and pull the weighty door towards me revealing a small blonde standing in my doorway. "Clarke?" I ask and she smiles at me awkwardly. It is just then that I remember my appearance. I have scruffy, bed hair and bleary eyes but worst of all I am shirtless. Clarke quickly sneaks a peak at my visible abs and then back to my face. "What do you want?" I ask trying not to sound to sleepy. Clarke looks at me tiredly and yawns before explaining. "I've been up all night checking on the patients in medical and then when I go to my room I find out that they've given it to someone else" she says, her voice heavy and drowsy. "What?" I say. My brain is too slow from sleep to understand what she is saying. "Basically…" she yawns and stretches "Can I crash on your couch?"
I nod slowly, cogs still turning in my brain. "Sure, make yourself at home" I say, stepping aside and letting her in. My room is a mess and there are clothes strewn all over the floor but she doesn't seem to mind. She makes her way to the dusty, grey couch in the corner of the room and throws herself onto it, clearly exhausted. I look at the half asleep blonde girl lying on my sofa and I can't help but smile. It's been so long since I've slept this close to Clarke and it brings back memories of when we would fall asleep in the woods on opposite sides of the burning fire. I reach onto the top shelf of a bookcase and grab a cotton blanket. Instead of handing her the blanket, I carefully drape it over her and she gives me a grateful smile. Even when her eyes are half closed I can see their beautiful dusky blue that gives me chills. As I make my way over to my own bed she murmurs into the darkness "Thanks Bellamy, I owe you one" I fall into bed and sink into the warm mattress, desperate for rest. When I'm lying flat on my back, sleep taking control of my brain, I whisper back to her "Don't worry about it, that's what friends do" That night I got the best sleep I have had in months.
Bright, morning sunshine pours in through the cracks in my window blinds waking me from my slumber. For a moment I forget about the events that happened late last night but then I see a small, pale girl curled up on my couch. She has her hands tucked behind her head and her face is squished into them giving her a chubby, bunny like appearance. I smile. He golden hair falls in strands around her, circling her head and the blanket I gave her is pulled right up to her chin. Clarke has never looked so at peace. I gradually force myself from the warmth of my bed and place my feet on the cold, metal floor. I can't decide whether to wake her up or leave her there. She smiles softly in her sleep and I am hoping that she is having some good dreams for once. I throw on a tight, blue t-shirt and grab my jacket before heading out the door, deciding to let her sleep.
I walk down the empty halls towards to mess hall to get breakfast and unsurprisingly I see Raven sipping a drink while sitting on a bar stool. The room is almost empty with only a few workers dotted around but Raven is chatting with the bar tender seemingly not doing anything important. I stride over and take a seat next to her. She smiles when she sees me. "Hey, you haven't seen Clarke around this morning have you? I need to talk to her about the new lift in the tower" she says. "She's asleep in my room" I say casually but my response brings about a slightly shocked expression on Raven's face. She flicks her long pony-tail over her shoulder and says "Oh really? So how did she end up there?" a sly smile slips its way onto her face and I know what she is implying. I nudge her with my shoulder and roll my eyes. "Shut up" I say "She crashed on my couch last night". Despite the normality of what I'm saying I can feel my cheeks glow with embarrassment. Damn it Raven, why do you have to make everything I say feel so awkward? Raven chuckles to herself and takes a rather long swig of her drink. When the bar tender comes around to take my order, I remember when Sin Clair was here doing that job; yet another one of my friends who didn't make it this far. For a while Raven and I eat and drink together, laughing about god knows what but everything seems relaxed and happy; we have come a long way from when we first landed on the ground. After breakfast I abandon Raven to go back to my room and grab my guard's uniform. I unlock my door and open it to find Clarke reclining on my couch, stroking her notebook in her hand with a pencil. I step a few paces into the room and throw my jacket on my bed before asking "Did you sleep well?" Clarke looks up from her book and flashes a pretty smile at me. "Yeah thanks. I can't tell you how grateful I am" she says with genuine gratitude lacing her voice. "What are you drawing?" I say slowly walking towards the couch where she is sitting and plonking into the space next to her. Clarke looks down, embarrassed and shuts her book hurriedly. "Oh nothing" she says laughing awkwardly and clearly not wanting me to know what it was. What was she sketching and why doesn't she want me to see it?
Clarke tucks a strand of her messy hair behind her ear and pulls her sleeves over her fingertips. "I should get going" she says "I don't want to be a burden" I almost laugh as I say "Trust me you're not a burden, stay as long as you need" Clarke rests one of her pale hands on top of my own and a tingly sensation is sent through me. She looks me directly in the eye and that dusky blue is enchanting. "Thank you" she says meaningfully, never taking her eyes away from mine. When Clarke goes to the bathroom to straighten out her appearance I can still feel the warm sensation on my hand where her hand was and I find myself wishing her hand was always there, intertwined with my own.