Do you know what’s so sad?
Okay, I was thinking about Titanic, as I sometimes do, and there’s that line where Old Rose says, “I don’t even have a picture of him. He exists now only in my memory.”
I’ve often thought about that line for Linctavia, but now it exists for Bellarke, too. I mean, at least Clarke could
draw a picture of him, though. But Bellamy has no pictures of Clarke. Nothing to look at her and remember her by.
