( as soon as Bellamy begins moving she closes her sketchbook, tossing it to the end of the bed as he says her name, reaching for her. part of her- well, part of her wants to shrink back and away, wants to ensure he can't, and it's less that she doesn't want him to, and more that she feels like she doesn't even deserve it anymore. they've come a long way from where they were a year ago, finding a comfort in the presence of each other, and Clarke-
she feels like she shouldn't be allowed to have this, not after what she did back in their world, even if it was just a dream.
but she has to do her best right now, he needs her to, she needs herself to. she forces up a thin smile, reaching her hand down to rest atop his, thumb stroking over the back of his hand, an effort in comfort. she doesn't know what he's learned about home, if anything at all, and the last thing she needs to do is try and explain I sent you to die. )
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she feels like she shouldn't be allowed to have this, not after what she did back in their world, even if it was just a dream.
but she has to do her best right now, he needs her to, she needs herself to. she forces up a thin smile, reaching her hand down to rest atop his, thumb stroking over the back of his hand, an effort in comfort. she doesn't know what he's learned about home, if anything at all, and the last thing she needs to do is try and explain I sent you to die. )
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