Turning over on your side, through your sleep you feel the cold emptiness instead of his wide back. Running your hand over an empty surface only convinces you of this. Opening your eyes and blinking a few times to clear away the remnants of sleep, you look around the tent and see a shirtless silhouette at the entrance to the tent.

Bellamy doesn’t see that his absence has woken you up, standing with his back to you, caught up in his own thoughts.