Post by blake on Jun 2, 2017 0:46:00 GMT
Octavia Blake
I don't want to survive. I want to live.
Octavia Blake wasn't sure what had actually happened over the last few days. She lived it, but it still felt like someone else. Like she was waking up to more then just sorrow. She could feel something for the first time in forever, and everything she felt was a little too much. Too loud. Too close. Too real. When she had found the bunker closed, after finally willing and getting hope to live--for everyone, she had felt fear for the first time. But not too deep. She'd known Bellamy would open it the door. She didn't question it.
Afterwards it had opened, and everyone was moving it--but still Skykru debated on who should live and how this was killing 300 of their people. Jaha hadn't cared if she had died for others to live, so why she she cry for 300 Skykru if it meant others could live. Others who had not once again left her to die. She hated Jaha. She was used to hate, she wasn't used to everything else filling her.
Bellamy was going to get Raven. She felt a fear that she hadn't felt in a while. Waking up from the grief of Lincoln was making everything stronger. Like she hadn't really breathed in a year and now each breath almost burned. "Bell," She said his name softly, as she walked up behind him on his way to get his suit on. They didn't have long, but she needed to say something.
