#tragedytm

      »      sleep was a luxury if it came to the younger blake.    and even luxuries were over priced.    the bunker had changed her,   molded her into a monster,   hardly recognizable to the eye.     this had been one of those nights where the nightmares were ruthless,    relentlessly clawing at her,    leaving her suffocating in a cage of guilt and regret.    her decisions wore her down,  they made her heart heavy,   weighed it down until she was unable to control her own limbs.    she had cursed the land she had been striving to get back to.      the new planet lay before her,   glistening with hope,   lighting up the opportunity for a new start.    of course,   she’d find her brother here in the dead of night.    he had told her about monty and harper,   even if the speech was brief.    how could a heart break as much as octavia’s had   ?     there’s a silent sigh that leaves her lips,    knowing her presence would soon be detected either way,         ❛     couldn’t sleep   ?    ❜    she moves around the chair now,    perching herself far enough away that she wasn’t crowding him.    the bags were showing under her eyes,   but she hid them with dark raven hair,   head turned towards their new destination,      ❛     do you really think we’ll survive here   ?    ❜    /   @tragedytm

  “i know how much they both meant to you-- they’re your family. and i’m sorry you didn’t get to say goodbye.”  breath catches and clarke forces herself to look away-- twin suns reflected in her eyes and she DARES to have hope that things will be different this time.   “when we get down there, whatever happens... we say goodbye. we give them-- everyone a proper send off. i think that deserve it.”