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.
I wouldn’t dream of it.
Then why are you still here? Why do you keep looking at me like I’m something whole? you deserve me octavia
Easier for who?
Okay?
Probably.
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 think you don’t deserve love