( sometimes a little catatonia doesn't sound so bad. but, same time, being aware of every single awful decision, outcome, and choice she's ever made has settled into a very comfortable yolk around her neck. and clarke no longer knows what she'd do without it.
pratt sighs. and bidden by his words, clarke again looks out over the sparkling glint of gentle ocean in the distance, and the soft white crest of waves that slowly inches up the beach leaving behind a smooth stretch of unblemished, dark, wet sand. it is all pretty beautiful, isn't it? but earthly beauties have faded in their wonderment for her, and after a minute long of silence it's impossible not to open her mouth again. )
I get your approach. But I meant what I said before. ( stops with me or stays with me. ) Don't just go after someone else.
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pratt sighs. and bidden by his words, clarke again looks out over the sparkling glint of gentle ocean in the distance, and the soft white crest of waves that slowly inches up the beach leaving behind a smooth stretch of unblemished, dark, wet sand. it is all pretty beautiful, isn't it? but earthly beauties have faded in their wonderment for her, and after a minute long of silence it's impossible not to open her mouth again. )
I get your approach. But I meant what I said before. ( stops with me or stays with me. ) Don't just go after someone else.