The other day I laid on Sam’s bed, staring up at the ceiling and doing nothing like I usually do on dies where I am not required to do anything. So I plan on just laying around the whole summer pretty much. It’s my first summer without Clem. I remember how she would take Sam and I to get ice cream at least once a week every summer. And now she is just gone. How can she just be gone just like that? It doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense anymore. I just want to curl up on the floor and bury my head into my knees and just sob with my eyes closed in hope that when my eyes open once again I can find myself anywhere else. Anyone else. Sam walked into the room and seemed disappointed as usual to see me being depressed and lazy, though he usually was very understanding. “Come on, B. Let’s go for a walk or something.” he said gently, taking a seat carefully next to me and wrapping his arm around me. I groaned and didn’t say anything in return. “You can’t stay in bed forever.” Sam said in the same gentle voice. “You know you should try going home. It’s been 6 months since she died.” I glared at him. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean… Bellamy, I just miss you.” he said, his voice growing quiet.