#likeabraham

❝ You want me to do  w h a t ?? ❞

                  The  concern   was clear in her voice, Costia                   was not much of a trouble maker   —she was                   responsible, collected, boring.         What the                   other asked of her did not exactly fall into her                   comfort zone.   Costia looked at the other her                   eyes showing her obvious distaste to the idea.

     It took a lot out of Lincoln to not roll his eyes       at his friend. Obviously, she was crap at tests.       At this point, it kind of looked like she was crap       at showing up to class and staying awake during it.

                                                                    ❝ No shit, Har. You can’t play sports if your GPA is                                                                   this low. Like, do you spell your fuckin’ name wrong                                                                    on your papers? ❞

Haris groaned, and took another drink of her beer.  It wasn’t that she wasn’t trying, it’s just that school and her have never really... clicked.  She’s too hyperactive and got too short of an attention span to stay focused on anything. 

                     ‘ —— && you’re not planning on ditching me for some drug ever again, right? ’ 

         The longer she stayed on Earth, the more complexity tucked              itself within her, as grimy and unkempt as the dirt  d i g g i n g  underneath              her rough fingernails. GUILT - an emotion easily broken by her righteous              thoughts and personal motives, but nonetheless identifiable in its clunky,              cumbersome form when her eyes lock onto the Grounder’s own scrutiny.                                                I DID WHAT I NEEDED TO DO.                                                 & look at what good that did.  .  .                                                  I CAN’T I WON’T REGRET.                                    the pain I gave to relieve the pain I have had.  .  . 

                                          ❝ Clarke needs you to come down. ❞

now kiss

❝ Linkon? ❞ 

      A smile washes over the Costia’s features when she sees       the other. Woman was camouflaged in dirt and could only       assume that she looked very different from the previous time       her and the other had met. The last time her and Lincoln had       met, they were merely teenagers, although their reunion brought       back fond memories. Seeing him was almost nostalgic — unreal.