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Dec 28, 2015 21:53:41 GMT
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Post by ash1 on Oct 25, 2015 21:33:48 GMT
Packing felt weird for Monty. He understood he had to take tools, but he actually packed spare clothes. He hadn’t even had spare clothes in the last months, now he packed them. In the past week or so, he began to understand Clarkes desire to leave. He only left for two days, though. But he was looking forward to not having to see Jasper for a while. It also meant not seeing Bellamy, which he kind of regretted. Bellamy took it the hardest, Monty though, but sometimes people had to focus on themselves. Bellamy should and for those two weeks, Monty wanted to escape his guilt and the pain of having lost the one person who used to be closest to him. He would take this breather. For some reason he had the feeling, that Bellamy would understand. He wanted to be there for him, but right now he needed that, before he went absolutely crazy. Before he slapped him, if he was honest.
Jasper mourned this girl for so long now, while he dismissed the needs of others, like Bellamy, openly hating him. He wanted to slap Jasper for that, because Bellamy, Clarke and Octavia risked their damn lives for them, but for Jasper it wasn’t enough, while Monty wished he could take the pain away from them, like he could take it from himself. They didn’t deserve it. Granted Maya didn’t deserve death either, but hating the Blakes would not bring her back. Nothing could. Monty however needed a way out. He moved from his packed bag to the herbs he kept in his tent, starting to carefully write names and what they did on the pots.
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