[ My god, and she had believed herself cold beyond redemption, had made herself so, folded herself in to reveal nothing but a hard outer shell. Unlike Clarke, she has never been above it. Below it rather, the lack of love leaving her unequipped to respond to another's overtures of affection, which she soaks up only for its momentary distraction. Desire, adoration, admiration, these are things she knows to use, but love must be larger than all of them, must be beyond reach for the likes of her.
She responds with a scoff, disbelieving, yet betraying some semblance of hurt. The girl so carelessly dismisses these things most precious to her. ]
(Kaji. What was the point of asking if you already knew what you want to believe?)
[ The well of her fury goes deep and the thrill of her hostility runs high, a charged wire fence, the heat of asphalt on a summer's midday, the sudden crescendo of shrieking cicadas, violent in its mundanity. ]
(Bellamy loves you.) [ Spoken like an indictment, judgment handed down. She means, to herself, he loves you. Maybe if she repeats it to another masked by someone else's name she might one day believe it to be true too. ] (Will you tell him he's just pining?)
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She responds with a scoff, disbelieving, yet betraying some semblance of hurt. The girl so carelessly dismisses these things most precious to her. ]
( Kaji. What was the point of asking if you already knew what you want to believe? )
[ The well of her fury goes deep and the thrill of her hostility runs high, a charged wire fence, the heat of asphalt on a summer's midday, the sudden crescendo of shrieking cicadas, violent in its mundanity. ]
( Bellamy loves you. ) [ Spoken like an indictment, judgment handed down. She means, to herself, he loves you. Maybe if she repeats it to another masked by someone else's name she might one day believe it to be true too. ] ( Will you tell him he's just pining? )