#theirwar

❝      𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄.       ❞    /   @theirwar​

it’s peyton’s voice.     but that’s not peyton.    the girl she loved would never say something like that...     right  ?    doubt flickers inside of her ,     A GROWING FLAME   that threatened to consume everything it touched. 

❝  i  —    um.    i didn’t know you felt that way...     ❞    she mumbles as she’s overcome by a sudden wave of nausea.    she was so stupid to think that this was real.    that she could end up with someone as wonderful as peyton.   another cruel joke brought on by their arrival to earth.    ❝   you said you were happy with me.  ❞   the betrayal is evident in her voice and the way she struggles to keep her expression neutral.

harper regards the girl with a small smile. the words she has to say will be hard to hear, harder to swallow, and likely won’t be well received. it doesn’t matter, though, because harper needs to say them. it tears her apart a little more each day as she watches peyton suffer, and she’s certain peyton believes she deserves to suffer, that she doesn’t deserve better than that. they’ve all been given the shit end of a stick here, and harper knows the torture that peyton has withstood. “you deserve better. actually, it’s not really about deserving it. you just are better. but peyton...the people who care about you.. they do too.” 

her eyes find the girls, wanting it known exactly who she means by that. it’s not just her, of course, but jackson and sam, too. hell, she’s sure even bellamy cares about her, even if their relationship isn’t in good standing. “you’re pushing yourself too hard, you don’t rely on anyone around you to help. you push people away when they get too close because you’re...what...afraid? you don’t have to be. you don’t have to push, and you’re not your dad. you have the ability to care. i know, i’ve seen it. you care so deeply i think it scares you. but it doesn’t have to; you can embrace it. we’re all here for you, but there’s only so much people can take. i think you know that, too. i think you always have.” harper sighs a little because it hurts to see the pain peyton is suffering from. “you belong. you deserve happiness. you are so much better than you think. i know because i love who you are.” 

she didn't have to be so reckless, selene thinks to herself. there's an anger inside of her that remains unchecked and the adrenaline alone could keep her awake for days if she was a normal human. but she's not normal by any means and that alone makes it that much more dangerous for peyton to do something so stupid and get herself hurt in the process. it wasn't her fault ( and rationally she knows that ) but it's difficult for her to think about anything on a deeper level —- especially since her emotions are less about the anger and the recklessness, and much more about the fact that she cares about peyton and doesn't want anything to happen to her. YOU LOVE HER, AND SHE COULD LOVE YOU TOO, NO —- NO ONE LOVES YOU. NO ONE IS A FOOL TO LOVE YOU.

it didn't take long to arrive back to the camp, and her ability to keep to herself had disappeared the moment she found out that something had happened to peyton. pushing her way into her tent, she gives a glare towards whoever was caring for her wounds before her hands are curled into fists at her side, nails digging deep into the palms of her hands to keep her energy from expanding past the words on her tongue.

the sun is shining but it’s black as night. lately, all he does is bolt. barefoot through the woods, howling, birch branches carving into his forearm. we’re not born with reasons to keep running, people give them to you in flame, and the wolf already caught me, you know. i asked him to show no mercy. ‘peyton,’ he grumbles, reluctant in the way his eyes slip shut, another golden surprise over the horizon — it all comes back faster now, once beautiful paintings now burned, and he pulls his hands metal gloves back before she can drag him somewhere. the memories crackle and flash in his mind, lightning to flesh, and now he’s nothing but bruised. ‘no, this is stupid.’ those eyes snap back open and he turns back to the table he’s been hovering over since dawn.

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he doesn't realize just how much his tears burn behind his eyes until they are streaming uncharted paths along his dirt and blood smeared cheeks.  the cruel undertones of her timbre is unlike anything that sam has ever heard echo from the cavern of her ribs.  they fall from her lips like second nature,  as if she is capable of this edge to her fiery nature,  but sam has never found himself to be burned by her.  never by peyton.

sam looks up to peyton from the ground,  the cool cement against his heated,  bruised skin offering some balm.  his breathing burns in his lungs,  like each jagged breath is a damning reminder of the torment he has already suffered in the hands of alie,  pushed in the physical sense by peyton and jackson,  chipped and no longer in control.  "please,"  sam begs,  the plea falling from his lips with a quiver.  another wave of tears push past his lower lash line.

he knows peyton more than he knows himself at times,  and sam knows that this isn't her.  the deep frown that rests upon her blank face looks as though it is caught by a fisherman's hook,  turning downward as though in pity.  as if she had just kicked a dog,  and watched it cower away.  sam presses a hand behind him,  leaning against it as he tries to keep himself upright. 

"i love you,"  he admits,  as freely as he has time and time before.  sam never shied from the importance peyton has in his life.  on the ark,  he admits that he loved peyton and their friendship remained unscathed.  in the wreckage of the alpha station,  days before,  sam admits it again,  with the nature of his true turn of feelings.  though burned,  sam still is not afraid to admit the truth again,  so long as it would anchor peyton back to reality and control.  good or bad.

"you're my best friend,  p,"  sam continues,  his face twisting briefly in pain.  "you've always been there for me.  i do not believe you."  because her words are not spoken from her own breath but rather alie's.  even with peyton's dark eyes glaring back down at sam,  he recognizes that it is not peyton who holds distain for him in that moment.  peyton never looked at him like that before;  not even when she pushed him out of their room they shared after mount weather.  not even when she found out sam shared a bed with someone and did not tell her.  not even then.