she’s taken place in his cot, fingers drumming against the metal frame and gaze lost somewhere far from either of them. sharing little more than SILENCE in his tent has become a routine raven has been trying to find comfort in, seeking bellamy out once she knew he’d neither pry nor refuse to LISTEN if needed; and while she hadn’t found much to say in the past couple of weeks, raven is the first one to break the silence, her words tumbling out in a STRANGLED tone that takes even her by surprise.
❛ it’s all bullshit, you know. ❜ she clears her throat, attempting to talk through the knot that is already forming so he can have some clarification. ❛ people talk about how... there’s this moment every time you wake up, and you just forget they’re gone, and then... then you’re hit with the crushing realization, and it’s bullshit. ❜ raven knows there is very little she can teach a BLAKE about loss and grief, but something in the way she talks makes it clear this isn’t educational as much as it is cathartic. ❛ there isn’t a single moment where i forget he is gone. ❜
