Um okay, this is probably far-fetched, but the finale had me wrecked, so you're gonna have to deal with it.

"Who's Bellamy?"

The name sent a jolt down Clarke's spine. She glanced over at Madi, her young face curious and notably cheeky.

"You say that name every day, on the radio."

Clarke sighed, swallowing the pain. "He's my best friend."

"Then…why does he never answer?"

She bit her cheek, looking up at the sky. That was the question, wasn't it?

"I don't think he can hear me."

"Then why do you do it?"

Clarke didn't know, really. It helped her feel at home. It helped root her to the past, to gentle glances and warm embraces.

"Did you love him?"

Years apart had made it simple.

"Yes."

Madi smiled sadly. "Do you think he's still alive?"

"I have to believe that he is," she replied, then frowned at herself. "I know he is. He's a fighter."

And if he'd taken her advice, if he'd used his head, then she knew their friends would make it. He had always been a natural leader. Even when he'd lost his way.

"What's he like?" Madi pressed, moving closer to sit by Clarke, nuzzling against her side.

Clarke grinned, wrapping her arm around her. "Tall. He has this wild dark hair…." It had grown out of control, really. She remembered when they'd first touched the ground, and he'd had it gelled back, out of his eyes, like an idiot. It had only taken one rainy night for it to spring back into those precious curls. "And freckles," she added as an afterthought.

The girl looked at her, confused, the term lost in translation.

"Little spots on his cheeks, like…stars." She pointed to the sky.

Madi made a quiet sound of understanding.

"Brown eyes, soft one moment, hard the next."

Warm and bright and all-knowing.

"Strong. And brave. And patient…"

Beautiful and irreplaceable, like a piece of art.

"He's an overprotective brother, and he thinks with his heart." But that's why she loved him. He always knew just what to say to make her smile, even at the end of the world.

"Can you draw him for me?" Madi asked.

Clarke smiled. "I can try."

They sat in the back of the rover, listening as the life seeped its way back into the earth.

"He would like you," Clarke mused, squeezing Madi gently. Bellamy always had a soft spot for kids.

"He better," Madi muttered, and Clarke chuckled.

Someday you'll meet him, she thought, her chest tight.

Someday she wouldn't have to remember him in fragments.

Someday, she would see those eyes again, raw and open and soft, and this time, she wouldn't look away.

How amazing would it be if we got a flashback like this, huh? Unlikely. But still.

So, obviously, I'll continue this story, but it might be a bit...slow over the hiatus? I have a new fic idea that's been broiling, so maybe I'll give it a shot!

Also:

I've had a few different prompt requests for this fic, including a haircut scene, so I'm holding myself to it and I'm gonna get around to adding them!

Anyway, the finale has killed me, and I can't wait that long. RIP.

-gtgrandom