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Clarke Griffin.
The name floats around in his head so often, Bellamy can't remember a time when she wasn't on his mind.
Every little thing he does reminds him of her. Every laugh he hears makes him miss hers. Every smile he fakes makes him think back to how often she said she was fine when she obviously wasn't. Every breath he takes reminds him that she'll never take another.
Raven, Monty and Murphy keep trying to make him smile. They walk on eggshells around him and watch everything he does, searching for a tipping point.
They've heard him crying at night. More than once, they've woken him up from night terrors while he thrashes in a cold sweat, screaming her name.
He misses his sister, of course he does, but at least he knows she's safe in the bunker with the rest of their people.
But Clarke... he thinks she's dead.
He thinks the love of his life is dead and he never even got to tell her.