After tossing and turning in her bed for what felt like forever, Clarke finally got up and went outside. She sat down on one of the logs and thought about everything that had transpired over the past few days. All of a sudden her life was so much more complicated and difficult than she could have ever imagined.
After a few minutes, she heard footsteps coming up behind her and immediately knew who it was without looking.
"Couldn't sleep either, Princess?" Bellamy said approaching the log and sitting down next to Clarke.
Clarke flinched, "That was the last thing Finn said to me.'"
Belllamy studied her face for a moment and then nodded. "Alright, I won't call you that anymore. We both know you're not some fragile damsel that needs saving anyway."
"It's so hard...Every time I go to sleep all I see is Finn dead and my hand holding the knife. My hands with all the blood on them…Will it ever get any easier?" Clarke asked him with a quiver in her voice, holding back tears.
"I'll let you know when I find out." Bellamy answered with a sigh running his hand through his hair.
"How did my life get so messed up so fast?" Clarke wondered out loud.
"Never thought this is where you would have ended up, huh?" Belllamy teased her with a smile.
"No. I don't think any of us could have predicted this." Clarke answered him.
They sat in silence for a few moments. Each lost in their own thoughts.
"Clarke, you're shivering." Bellamy said looking over at her.
"I am?" Clarke asked. She hadn't even noticed that she was cold.
"Here." Bellamy said taking off his jacket and gently draping it over her shoulders.
"No, Bellamy, now you'll be cold."
"I'll be fine." He answered her.
Clarke yawned. "Sorry. I'm just so tired. I try to sleep, but I keep having nightmares. I wish I could just for once sleep through the night."
"Yeah, you and me both." Bellamy answered.
Clarke looked over at him and for the first time realized that she wasn't the only one who had killed someone. She felt ashamed for not even considering how Bellamy might be feeling until now. She wanted to talk to him about it, but not today. She was too exhausted.
"I think I'm going to go lay down again." Clarke said standing up. She waited for Bellamy to stand up too so they could walk back to her tent together.
They walked back in silence and stopped right before the entrance to Clarke's tent. Clarke turned towards Bellamy and shrugged off his jacket, handing it to him.
"Can you stay?" She asked. "I don't really want to be alone right now."
Bellamy hesitated for a second before nodding in agreement and following Clarke into her tent.
He sat down in one of the chairs while she laid down on her bed.
After a few minutes he heard her breathing even out as she drifted off to sleep. He watched her as she slept, thinking about when they had first met. Back then, he never would have expected that such a small, blonde, girl could ever be so brave, strong, and fierce. He almost couldn't believe how quickly they had become such close friends, fully trusting and relying on each other.
Soon after Clarke fell asleep, Bellamy also nodded off in the chair, head drooping down.
They slept for awhile until Bellamy was suddenly awakened by a noise. He looked over to where Clarke was sleeping and noticed she was crying and thrashing in her sleep.
He got up and went over to her bed and tried to shake her awake gently.
Slowly, Clarke woke up and looked up at him, disoriented.
"Bellamy? What? What happened?"
"You were having another nightmare." He answered calmly.
Clarke nodded remembering what she had been dreaming about before he had woken her up.
"There was so much blood. Finn. Wells. Charlotte. Anya. People keep dying around me." She whispered, tears falling down her cheeks.
"Hey it's OK. It's going to be OK." Bellamy whispered over and over to her as he sat down next to her on the bed and hugged her close to his chest.
He let her cry everything out while he rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head.
Eventually she was too exhausted to cry anymore. She noticed just how close she and Bellamy were, practically cuddling on her bed, and yet it felt so normal, not weird or awkward at all.
They lay like that for awhile, both again lost in their own thoughts.
"Thank you." Clarke whispered after a few minutes.
"You're welcome." Bellamy responded sleepily.
They laid like that until they both ended up falling asleep. Clarke laying with her head on Bellamy's chest, his strong arms around her, his head on top of hers. They slept for a few hours until the morning sunrise woke them up, light shining through the small opening in Clarke's tent. They untangled from each other silently and Bellamy squeezed her arm reassuringly as he walked out of her tent.
He was glad to see no one else was up yet. He didn't need anyone's judging eyes on him. He also couldn't imagine what they would say about Clarke. He didn't want any rumors going around about them when she was in such a fragile emotional state.
He walked over to one of the tables with a drink and sat down.
Eventually, people started waking up and milling around the camp.
It wasn't until hours later, that Bellamy and Clarke both realized that last night had been the best, uninterrupted sleep they had both gotten since coming down to Earth.
A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter as much as i enjoyed writing it! I hope i can update soon. Thank you for reading and reviewing :)