Clarke
A month. One full month. Thirty-one days. Shouldn't she miss him less now. She hadn't even known him for more than a month. So many other things had changed in the past month. He shouldn't matter like this after everything else. Everything else. So much else. Making a truce with Lexa, getting a message to Miller about the acid fog and the grounders inside the mountain, having Lexa betray her at the doors of the mountain. Pulling that damn lever. So much had changed and yet she still felt nails driving into her chest at the mention of his name. Which is why she had turned away from Camp Jaha and walked into the forest. She had had a month to move on, but the forty-three had only just found out. And their grief was too new, too heavy, too close.
So while her mother got settled into med bay, and Octavia checked on her brother's people, her people, Clarke slipped between the tree line. But that had been a week ago Now she was exhausted. Now she was haunted not just by his lifeless eyes, but by Maya's blistered face, by Tommy Lovejoy's screams, by Jasper's disgust. Delirious from lack of sleep, she had almost missed the bunker. And before she could think better of it she had already collapsed onto one of the beds and fallen asleep. Her last thought, 'Maybe my ghosts won't find me here.'
Bellamy
He had gone hunting. It wasn't that he needed to, but boredom was a strong motivator. He felt like he was going a little crazy. In the wilderness, with no other humans to interact with. The loneliness was hard too. Not knowing where his family was or how to find them. Not knowing how he got here or for what purpose. He almost wished he would stumble upon someone, just as a change from the norm. But that was dangerous. Who knew what these people from the ground were like? What they could be capable of? But in the end the day was a lot more interesting than he expected.
Because as soon as he opened the bunker door, he was greeted by a gun to his head. Then he was being pushed right back out of the bunker by the force of the hug he found himself in. He didn't get a good look at the girl, but… the essence of her was gold and blue. And then he caught on to what she was saying as she sobbed into his chest.
"I thought I lost you. I thought you were dead. I thought I lost you…"
He tried to pull back, to look at her face, because her voice made him feel things. But she just held on tighter. He put his arms around her and held her like he would if it were Octavia. Rocking her gently back and forth, shushing her as he stroked her hair.
"It's ok, you're ok, I'm here. I'm right here. Don't cry I'm here."
It was the best he could do. And it felt right. To hold her like this felt like what he was supposed to do. It was almost as good as a memory.