Days and months had passed, but the pain hadn’t faded; instead, it still hurt as much as it did on that very day. Everyone else seemed to be moving on, even your family, but Bellamy remained stuck in the same abyss. He knew you would never want this for him, and he didn’t want it for himself either, but no matter how simple the thought, you were always on his mind.

And for some reason—one that he didn’t understand, whether cruel or kind—he kept seeing you. He knew it wasn’t real; it had taken him time to accept, but he understood that you would never return. Yet here he was, watching you now, trying to ignore the hallucination...because it was a hallucination, right?

“I’m doing it for the others, for our people…” he murmured in response to your accusation about the harm he and Pike were causing the Grounders. Deep down, he knew it was wrong, he knew he had to stop, but a part of him couldn’t allow the history to repeat itself. He couldn’t live peacefully knowing that much of the blame for your death rested on them—those who had betrayed them.

He wouldn’t look at you; he simply avoided your gaze, silently begging for you to disappear from his mind.