( and this is usually the time when sorrow and hurt fold in on themselves and harden into something akin to determination. this is usually the mid-point of a tearful meltdown where clarke chokes is all down and refocuses on the objective, regardless of the casualties. but instead, as she watches rita's retreating back, all she feels is a hollow sort of grief.
a few more days of wallowing feel necessary. she can't think of any way to move forward without natsuno at her side, and needs to know that's even a possibility before figuring out her next steps. he needs to get better and she — for the first time since venti disappeared — has the urge to get on her knees, prop up her elbows and just pray. surrender that need to control a situation, because obviously things never worked out when she tried.
the door to 108 slides closed after rita disappears across the hall. and for thinking she's all cried out, clarke still manages a few tears. )
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( and this is usually the time when sorrow and hurt fold in on themselves and harden into something akin to determination. this is usually the mid-point of a tearful meltdown where clarke chokes is all down and refocuses on the objective, regardless of the casualties. but instead, as she watches rita's retreating back, all she feels is a hollow sort of grief.
a few more days of wallowing feel necessary. she can't think of any way to move forward without natsuno at her side, and needs to know that's even a possibility before figuring out her next steps. he needs to get better and she — for the first time since venti disappeared — has the urge to get on her knees, prop up her elbows and just pray. surrender that need to control a situation, because obviously things never worked out when she tried.
the door to 108 slides closed after rita disappears across the hall. and for thinking she's all cried out, clarke still manages a few tears. )