Hey guys! I finally pushed myself to start writing chapter 6 of Nowhere Found Part 2! Thank you so much to those who have kept encouraging me and inspiring me to write, and I'm so sorry for the continued writer's block.

Just wanted to thank all of you with a small preview for the next chapter. Enjoy, xo.

Love is weakness.

That's what Clarke muttered to him in the night, weary and oblivious in her slumber.

"Bellamy," she whispered, clinging to the mattress. "Weakness."

He's never heard her speak those words before, her lips mumbling through her tormented expression. She balled her hands into fists, her eyes dried with tears, cursing love and the heartbreak it carries.

It hurt. Seeing her like that. And so he held her in his arms, led her to the bed, and he would give anything, do anything to look at her and see those eyes from before, the ones filled with passion.

Now, her eyes are plagued with darkness.

A darkness that came from loving him. A darkness that came from the death and the suffering and the loss.

He remembers. He felt that too.

"How is she?"

Bellamy glances above him. His hands are clenched into fists as he sits amongst a rock, facing away from the chaos of the motel. Octavia stands in front of him, her arms crossing her chest.

He thinks about Clarke, about the darkness.

"She's fine," he tells her.

Octavia bites on her bottom lip. "You don't have to lie to me, Bell."

Bellamy sighs, digging his nails into his palms.

"What do you want me to say, O?"

Octavia breathes deeply. His sister knows him, knows Clarke, has spent almost a year fighting alongside them. She's heard their screams before, seen them cry and curse. She knows the routine.

She sits beside him on the rock, the sun beginning to outline the trees above them.

"I keep thinking about it, what she went through," she says. "What she saw. All I know is that, if anyone can get through this, it's Clarke."

Bellamy drops his head. "How?"

"She's tough. Like her parents." She reaches forward and touches his hair. "And she has you."

He closes his eyes. He see's Clarke, the woman he kissed before she lost herself, the taste of her lips on his before she was captured. He see's the exhaustion in her expression whenever she looks at him, the grief and confusion.

"Yeah."

She tucks a curl behind his ear. "She loves you, Bell."

"I think that's the problem," he says.

Octavia tilts her head. "Why?"

Bellamy exhales. He remembers the days spent with her in the Ark, when they barely knew each other, when their only similarity was their hatred towards Jaha. He remembers the fire in her eyes, the heat and iciness in her blue depths.

He misses those colours. He misses her.

"Because I love her, too." He swallows thickly and when he opens his eyes he only sees black and white. "And sometimes love can make us do horrible things."

Love is weakness. He gets it. Love hurts.

Octavia looks at him. Her gaze registers his response, her pupils calculating the sense of his words. She nods curtly and rests her hand on his shoulder, the sun beginning to appear above them.

"We've all done horrible things. That doesn't make us good people, I know that," she claims, leaning into him. "But a life without love?" She shakes her head. "That's the worst punishment I could ever have."

Bellamy swallows thickly, because love is painful, and it is selfish, but it's worth it.

"The only thing that's fucking worth it is you".

And Clarke will always be worth it. She'll be worth every death, every tormenting experience he's ever encountered and will have to encounter. She'll never burden him, not with her tears or her nightmares, not with the blood on her hands and the blood on his.

He thought she was dead. He lived days thinking he'd never see her again.

That was when he was weak. Because of the loss and the torture. Loving her is what made him strong.

"I need her, O."

Octavia breathes deeply. Even the air feels thick around them. She presses into him and wraps her arms around him, embracing him in the similar way of their childhood, when he would comfort her when they were younger.

She lines her lips onto his shoulder. "I know."

And she continues to hold him for a while, even when the wolves begin to howl throughout the woods, awakening the reminder of chaos around them.

Hope you guys liked it, this chapter is going to display a major turn of events so be prepared! Nowhere Found Part 2 is almost coming to an end!

Full chapter should (hopefully) be up within the week. Thanks so much to all who keep reading.

Happy Bellarking! Xo.