Easier for who?
They stand there as the city hums below them—two broken people choosing to be broken together, which is the closest either of them has ever come to whole. you deserve me octavia
Then let me be the calm. Let me be the thing that doesn’t run. Easier for who
Too late.
She finally turns. Her eyes are red-rimmed, but dry. She looks exhausted—not just from lack of sleep, but from the weight of her own history. you deserve me octavia
You think you don’t deserve love. You think you’re a punishment people have to endure. But you’re wrong, Octavia. You’re not a storm. You’re someone who’s been standing in the rain for so long you forgot what shelter feels like.
He smiles. She almost smiles back.