Author's Note: Hello again, thanks for staying tuned! Here's some fluff... and angst... and confusing young-adult stuff for you. Got a couple different POVs in this chapter, some dealing with heavier subject matter than others. Why not take a little break from the plot?... Just a little one. This takes place right after Anya leaves and the day before Clarke and Bellamy are due to leave. I set this chapter up to kind of mimic the format of "The Tales of Ba Sing Se" from Avatar: The Last Airbender.

The song comes from the show Crazy Ex-Girlfriend season 1. Sound familiar? Good, cause its another CW show! As always, review, follow, and favorite your convenience. :) I am also going to be updating my other Bellarke story, Something Different, hopefully later on today as well. And for those of you who are currently reading that piece, I'm sorry, I know it's been a year-ish but I've been going back and forth and back and forth to give the best chapter that I can give.

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Chapter 10: One Indescribable Instant

Clarke's POV:

The next morning:

Anya wasted no time in making her way out of Raven's Inn and left on horseback, assuring Bellamy and I that we would have our own horses and giving us a map to go off, even though it was far from readable. "Just go that way until you see a really tall tower," she claimed sarcastically, pointing in the direction where Polis supposedly was. Bitch.

The plan was simple, just follow Anya's lead, don't overstep with the Commander, and don't act entitled. We could do this…

But until then, what?

"So do we have an actual day to just, dare I say, relax?" I asked Bellamy, who stood at my side, loyal as ever.

"Yeah… yep," Bellamy responded after a few seconds. "This feels… weird."

"Almost like its too good to be true," I thought suspiciously, my mind already betraying a perfectly good day. Stop being so paranoid, Clarke.

"Alright, stop right there," Bellamy said to me as if he was tuned in to my consciousness. Turning me to face him with his hands on my shoulders, he said, "None of that. We actually have a day to relax and we should take advantage of it."

"We've had many days to relax," I stated plainly.

"Yeah, but when was the last time we had real beds to sleep in and no hikes to worry about?"

"Okay, so you make a good point with that," I said with a slight smile. "So, what do you wanna do?" I asked, an unfamiliar flirting lilt taking place of my normal tone. Jesus Clarke, tone it down.

Before answering, he took me in his arms and I felt his lips descend onto my own. We weren't too out in the open despite being outside, but a small thrill ran through me at the thought of being caught. Or was it worry?

"Whatever the hell we want," he claimed in between breathes as he continued the delicious ministrations against my lips.

I let him take control of the moment as he backed me up against the building's wall. My hands traveled from his waist, to his shoulders, and into his hair – my nails surely leaving light trails of reddened skin. He didn't seem to mind. He himself held me fiercely to his chest, his own hands trailing and pressing against my waist and back, even traveling down to the swell of my hips.

While I enjoyed it all, the feelings that were stirring in the pit of my stomach were relatively new for the man in front of me. And while I did… have feelings for him, this was all just so new and a little confusing.

I blamed the nervousness on my last failed relationship and Finn's cheating ways. The man – more like boy with the way he acted – tore my heart out and broke my trust. And while I was able to pick up the pieces of my melodramatic heart, my trust was something that couldn't be easily earned anymore. Sure, I trusted Bellamy enough to not let me die, but I couldn't be sure that I could trust him with my heart quite yet.

Maybe I should just pull away before we get too deep; before one of us gets hurt.

Or maybe just keep going and let myself be happy.

But what if one of us died? Maybe Bellamy could go on without me, but after so much history, I couldn't imagine a life without him.

"C'mon, let's go see what everyone else is up to," I pulled away, not trusting myself to let him continue, now with a sour taste in my mouth and a pit of anxiety swelling in my chest after my zero-to-one hundred thought process.

Behind me, I could here his groan of frustration, but he complied. "As you wish, Princess."'


Ben POV:

This morning was different to say the least. The dreaded Princess Anya had left for Polis this morning, Bellamy and Clarke sending her off. I had gotten up shortly after Anya left to see what the plan was, doubting that my son, Octavia, and Jasper were awake yet, but when I walked into the courtyard, the two horny little shits were going at it like it was the last day on Earth.

Hooligans, I swear.

Still, I felt a bit of happiness to see some sort of normalcy among these kiddos. All of them, including Monty, grew up way too fast.

I just wish my son could find someone to match with. However, not in the way where him and his companion made out in public or slept together despite family being in rooms all around. Hooligans.

Me? I accepted that my love story was over. My heart would always be with Hannah, and I don't think I could be with another person even if I tried.

I came to terms with it.

I accepted it.

But there were just some days, like today, that I felt the loss like a sack of bricks was thrown onto my chest.

Shaking the thoughts of young love out of my mind – damn young people – I crossed into the foyer, coming up to Raven as she sat at the main desk.

She looked up from whatever it was she was doing and gave me a courteous smile. "How're you doing this morning, Mr. Green?"

"Please, just Ben," I claimed with a short smile. "I'm well enough. And you?"

"Eh, woke up with a stiff leg. Hah-hah," she said with sass and an easy smirk.

"Well, it seems my group has a day off today. What's there to do around here?" I asked her as she gave me her full attention.

"Well, we have the Saturday Market going on today – our regular vendors sell every day, but because Saturdays have the most foot traffic, Wick and I allow some of our regular travelers to set up their booths. Lots of food, music, drinks, crafts, knick-knacks," she listed off.

"Sounds like a Unity Day festival," I said lightly, remembering all the festivities that Monty, Hannah and I would do on those days, especially when Monty was younger.

"Yeah, but this isn't an Ark holiday," Raven stated. "This is just what we do."

"I suppose it is," I stated thoughtfully.

"We also have the beach. Today would be a great day to get some sun and take a dip in the water…. Have you been to the ocean yet?" she asked, realizing that I had still lived a sheltered life in the confines of Arkadia.

"I have not had a chance to be at the beach yet. Anything I need to know?" I asked, mulling the thought over in my head.

"Don't drink the water, don't cut yourself on a rock, go with the waves and go with the riptide," Raven said with confidence.

I didn't ask how she seemed to know so much about this subject. Instead, my eyes were transfixed on something behind her.

A calendar.

"Today's May 21st?" I asked. The time had passed.

"Uhhh…" Raven looked behind her. "Yeah, appears so."

"Oh. Th-thank you," I stated to her, leaving the front desk.

I decided to take Raven's advice and check out the Saturday Market. Maybe the kids would come out and join, but I decided against going to check on them. It was still early, and they needed the sleep.

I walked through all the vendors, different Grounder merchants speaking in their own languages while also appealing to the English language sometimes to sell their delicacies.

Some of the peaceful Grounders could sense that I was Arkadian and gave me weary glances, but even so wore tentative smiles on their faces to make their products the most appealing.

Each and every craft and article of clothing was done beautifully and seemed more intricate than the last, the items clearly made with care. And the food – oh god, the food – smelled divine.

However, it wasn't until I came across a small booth with bouquets of flowers lining each shelf that I was truly mesmerized. Some of the botany I was familiar with, whereas others were a mere mystery. The red carnations, I recognized those immediately and was going to run a finger over the delicate petals before a small but commanding voice said from a chair, "You are Skaikru."

Not a question, not a frightened exclamation. Just fact. "Yes, I am," I said back, giving the elderly woman my full attention now.

"Your friends – the blonde and the tall one with dark hair – they saved my village from being burnt to the ground and killed those Skaikru monsters…" the woman went on slowly. It was easy to tell that English was not her first language, but she got her point across.

"Yes, I remember that. I'm… sorry that we couldn't get there sooner," I claimed and looked away from the woman's face. I truly did remember that village. Some huts and houses had been burned to the ground, and there were a few casualties among the villagers. Still, our group of delinquents received gratitude from the small village, and they offered for us to share the river. "You are quite a ways from home. What brings you this way?"

"Good for business. Miss Raven grows a beautiful garden, but she buys her exotic flowers from me. In exchange, she gives us meat that lasts the month. Sweet girl," the old woman smiled fondly as I wondered if we were talking about the same Raven. "I see you admiring the dark red carnations. Do you know the meaning of them?"

"Deep love… affection," I stated simply, a slight smile on my face as I remembered the first time I ever brought one home for Hannah. She had admired pictures of them in books back on the Ark's library. When we first married, my gift to her had been a bouquet of paper carnations colored red. She teased me for the numerous papercuts that ran jagged across my fingertips.

"For your significant other?" the older woman inquired with a slight grin in place.

"My wife, yes" I stated simply as the smile slowly dropped from my features.

"Take them," the woman beckoned.

I looked to her dumbfounded, making no move to grab the bouquet.

She rolled her eyes and placed the bouquet into my hands. "Free of charge," was the last thing she said before going back to her chair and picking up a well-read book from small table.

"Thank you," I said at last, the bouquet beginning to shake ever so slightly as my hand trembled.

I walked past the rest of the shops and down towards the beach, admiring the waves crashing against the shore. I would have to take Monty down here later.

Instead of walking through the sandy shore to get to the water's edge, I traveled more into the increasingly dense forest. That is, until I got to a clearing of sorts. Rather, the ground was plainly covered in rocks and boulders opposed to the normal mossy dirt from only a mere few feet away. "This'll do," I said to myself.

Soon enough I had created a small shrine of rocks. Really, I was just stacking them neatly and praying to whatever deity was out there that they wouldn't be knocked down.

This would be Hannah's unofficial grave. No grave stone, no carved words, no true funeral. Just this pile of pathetically stacked rocks. At least this was something that wouldn't be propagated per Pike's unyielding wish.

I sat down in front of the impromptu grave and frowned. "I wish I could've given you more. But, I suppose this will do. You were never much into big gatherings and people making a fuss over you anyway. Remember our wedding? God, you were so uncomfortable with everyone watching you – you tripped twice just walking down the aisle," I smiled fondly at the obstacle of that day. Sobering up, "I'm so sorry that this happened to you. God, Hannah… how am I supposed to go on and feel this way? How can I be strong for Monty when I can barely be strong for myself? This is all so… fucked up. All these kids… they shouldn't be here. They should be living their lives and finding jobs and getting married, not running from the fucking government. How could it come to this? Clarke, Abby and Jake's kid – you remember her, right? She was shot, and nobody noticed. She almost died and I felt that grief… of almost losing a child. I realized that somewhere along the lines, they all became my children, even the surly one - Bellamy. I guess that's the one good thing that came out of all this shit, huh? Monty always said he wanted a bigger family."

I sighed deeply, thinking back on the time spent with my new family. "But in that grief… I didn't reassure Monty that it wasn't his fault. He kept thinking it was him – that he should've noticed something was wrong, that he should've shot the Progressive first. I didn't try hard enough to reassure him that none of this was his fault. God, Hannah. I wish you were here." And like many times whenever I would be stressed or frustrated, I moved my right hand to rest atop my left shoulder, almost as if I could feel the pressure of Hannah's own hand there. Always there for me. "Always," I whispered with a tear slipping through my eye.

I grabbed the intricate bouquet of carnations from a nearby rock pedestal and set it atop the stony grave.

"Happy Anniversary, sweetheart."


Octavia POV:

I felt the sweet embrace of my boyfriend cuddled up to me. My boyfriend. A small smile came to my face as I began to wake up.

The loud and abrupt snore from right behind me had my smile turn more into a grin. Gross.

Trying not to disturb him, I turned slowly in the bed to face Jasper better and my heart did a flip-flop.

He was so peaceful as his mouth parted slightly, hair hanging in his eyes, almost touching his nose at this point. He needs a haircut.

I swiped the hair out of his face and tried to push it behind his ear when he suddenly grabbed my hand and brought it down to his lips to kiss. He then opened his big brown eyes and smiled wide at me. "I could get used to waking up like this," he claimed.

"Ditto," I said back to him. "This is nice. This bed is absolutely lovely. And the company is okay I guess," I claimed while smiling bright at him.

"Okay? Just okay?!" he asked while jumping on top of me and pinning to the bed with one hand holding both of my wrists. "Take it back – say I'm the best bed-mate ever and I'll let you go," he claimed with his face inching closer and closer.

"And if I don't?" I challenged.

"I swear to God, I will start a tickle fight with you," Jasper stated back.

Quick as can be, I threw my hips into his own which gave me just enough leverage to flip us. Now I was on top and had his hands in my own. "Please, go on about that tickle fight," I stated ruefully.

Sure, I was small, but Marcus Kane had only taught me how to use that to my advantage if in a self defense situation.

"Way to play dirty," Jasper huffed.

I ground my hips into his own and witnessed a sly grin cross his face. "Quite literally," I said back. I allowed my body to languidly slide down to be flush against his chest as my legs still straddled his lower half. I flipped my long dark hair to one side and attacked Jasper's neck with my lips.

With each bite, suck, and lick to his skin, he grew more and more restless if his writhing was anything to go off. When I felt that I had left his skin nice and marked, I let go of his wrists and sat up. However, I did not have time to get off from the man below me before his upper half shot off the bed and held me to him once more.

My hands flew to his shoulders to hold the both of us steady as he looked into my eyes. "You are so beautiful," he said. And I could have sworn that I could see shooting stars in his pupils.

My hands made their way into his hair as his ran up and down my back and sides, dipping ever so slightly to my hips, and even more tentatively towards my ass.

This was a new step. Before in the tents and even last night, we had not gone as far as kissing or touching in socially-acceptable areas. So yeah, this was new, but I liked it. "It's okay, keep going," I said to him in a small voice.

His eyes searched out my own just to confirm my words and I felt his hand cup my backside with one hand where the other ran circles and shapeless patterns across my thighs. At these sensations, I let out a soft sigh of bliss and felt Jasper's erection lightly against my leg.

Our lips were brushing against one another, but neither of us moved in closer to finalize the kiss, afraid of breaking the rhythm we had created thus far.

As if of my own accord, I began to lightly grind against his clothed but hardened cock, not necessarily knowing what I was doing. Hearing the soft sighs and groans he made though, along with his hands tightening against my ass and thighs, I knew I had to be doing something right.

"Octavia," he whispered to me, a sense of need and urgency in his voice.

Kiss him, kiss me.

I titled my lips and dove onto his own waiting mouth when a loud knock at the door stalled my actions and sent me jumping high into the air and away from Jasper.

My heart stilled, and a brief moment of panic shot through my body. All the while, Jasper threw a blanket over his nether regions, breathing heavily.

"Octavia, Jasper! Time to get up!" Bellamy's voice boomed from the other side of the door. It was then that I noticed it wasn't locked.

"S-sure Bell! Be out in a minute!" I yelled through the door. "You didn't lock the fucking door?!" I whisper-yelled to Jasper.

He gave me an incredulous look and threw his hands into the air. "How was I supposed to know?! We've been living in the woods for the past umpteen weeks. I forgot that locks were a thing!" he whispered back.

"O, you good in there?" I heard Bellamy yell through the door.

"Yup, see you in a few!" I yelled back, sitting back down on the bed next to Jasper and laughing a little.

"Next time don't forget to lock the damn door," I said to him while taking his hand in my own.


Monty POV:

I remembered my bed from home and it was sure as shit not as comfortable as the one I was lounging in right now. Realistically, this bed could fit three people, and that wasn't even counting the space left at the end of the bed!

Could I steal this bed and take it home?

Home.

What even was that concept now? Was Arkadia really still home? Mom was gone, and Dad was already here with me. And when I really thought about it, I couldn't think of anything that I left behind that I truly cared enough about now in this moment. I had everything that I needed, but it would be nice to settle down at some point. I wanted to get a job and work in a lab, build a house of my own, get married, have a kid or two. I didn't just want to survive, I wanted to live.

I just wanted life to be normal again.

But there was another part of me that wanted to take part in it all. One part of me loved the adventure and traveling to new places. I didn't know there was so much of a world on planet Earth. There was some part of me that felt I had a purpose in all this, despite the people around me trying to shelter me from it all.

That couldn't last. It wouldn't. Everyone knew what this was leading up to, and when that time came it would be all hands on deck.

I was brought out of my thoughts by a light knock at the door. "Monty? Can I come in?" Clarke asked from the other side of the door.

"Yeah, go ahead," I yelled from the bed, turning towards the door and sitting up in the bed.

She smiled to me fondly and I couldn't help the streak of jealously that I felt knowing she and Bellamy had a thing going on. Even back during our class project, I was attracted to the blonde. What could I say, Clarke was my first real crush. I knew she didn't see me in the same way, given that she gave off more of a nurturing vibe when around me. Even though Octavia was younger than me, I was the kid.

"How'd you sleep?" she asked while taking a seat opposite of the bed.

"Really good. It was weird not hearing my dad's snoring. Or not being on the ground. Or not being cold. Or not hearing weird animals at night… but when I got passed all that, I slept like a rock," I rambled.

"Good, glad to hear it," she laughed a little.

"Did Anya leave already?" I asked.

"Yeah, just a little while ago. Your dad is out and about, but I was thinking that we could get everyone together and go to the beach when it gets warmer today. Take a picnic out, go swimming for a bit. How does that sound?"

"Sounds great!" I exclaimed. "I can finally meet some babes," I winked to Clarke mischievously.

"Hah, alright stud. Reel in that ego of yours, before you get as bad as Bellamy," she laughed. "Let's say three hours? Gives you enough time to explore the grounds if you want."

"Nah, I think I'll just go back to bed for a while. Let me know when you guys are good to go," I said cheekily. I couldn't tell how long we would be staying at Raven's Inn, but I planned to take full advantage of the downtime.

"Sure thing. Curtains closed?" she asked while getting up.

"Yes please!" I said while getting myself comfortable under the sheets again.

The room became dark as she closed the curtains and shut the door to the harsh lights of the hallways.

I heard the sound of Bellamy yelling and knocking on Octavia and Jasper's door when Clarke walked out of my room. At least I'm not the only one not getting laid…


Bellamy POV:

The morning was generally calm and quite warm, given that it wasn't summer yet and I was just looking forward to having a day off, which was a strange concept. To not worry about anyone for a whole day was something that I hadn't taken advantage of yet since being thrown into this whole overthrow-the-government thing.

Really, before Jake Griffin's announcement, I hadn't realized just how wonderfully easy life was. Now, I begged for the days where I went to work and came home. And that was it.

But passed all the killing and having to fight to live each day, I felt more in my element than ever. I loved the adventure - not being confined.

Not to mention, the close proximity with Clarke was always something to be grateful for. Nowadays, she wasn't a walk across town, she was two tents down. A selfish thought, I know, but who is it that says to make the best out of a bad situation?

But now, we were at Raven's Inn, and although our worlds were turned completely upside-down with Anya's introduction, we all reveled in the day off for it might be the last one in quite some time.

After Clarke and I saw Anya off this morning and our short moment of intimacy, she had abruptly cut off going any further. I understood, but still let a groan slip out. I wanted her so bad, but knew the only way for her to be comfortable was for her to come to me.

So I would wait.

And wait.

But one day – hopefully soon – she would come to me and I would be ready.

"You okay?" Clarke's voice brought me back to earth. "What's with the smirk?"

Truthfully, I hadn't realized that I was wearing any type of grin. "Don't worry about it, Griffin," I said with a cocky tone and continued to walk in front of her, leading the way back to our rooms.

After a few seconds, "Oh, gross!" Clarke yelled at me and swatted at my arm.

This time, I felt a warming grin cross my face at her jab. "You don't even know what I was thinking about!"

"I know it was something gross… sicko," she mumbled.

"Wouldn't you like to know," I claimed in a sing-song voice, baiting her.

"Not yet," she joked back although there was a seriousness in her eyes.

"Not yet," I repeated her words as she smiled tentatively back to me. I knew what I wanted from this… whatever we had going on but wasn't sure that she was ready for anything yet. She hadn't even told me about what her and Anya talked about last night.

Don't overthink it Bellamy.

At some point on our short walk, we thought that today would be the perfect day to go to the beach. Not daring to let Jasper and Octavia do whatever they pleased behind closed doors, I had banged on the offending architecture to let my presence be known. God help him if he touches my sister…

Meanwhile, Clarke had gone to wake Monty. Neither of us worried about Ben as I had at least caught him witness to our kiss not so long ago. Maybe that was why Clarke pulled away… No, stop. We're trying to have a relaxing day. Don't read so much in to it.

It was agreed upon that we would all meet up to go down to the beach in about three hours to fully enjoy the warmth. Until then, everyone did their own thing, which mostly consisted of going back to bed and enjoying the respite of the day.

I myself had gone back to my own room for the couple of hours and tried going to sleep. That wasn't happening. I wished that I could be back in Clarke's bed – talking, kissing, cuddling, touching… Stop that!

God, it was like one head had a mind of its own.

To stop my topsy-turvy thoughts I got up, prepared to search the Inn, maybe even talk to Wick about some of his cooking tips, or apologize to Raven for acting like an ass the day before. However, when I walked out of my room, Octavia was quietly shutting the door to hers. She looked to me with a slight smile and put her finger up to her mouth, signaling to be quiet. "He's sleeping," she whispered.

I merely nodded and asked "Wanna go for a walk?"

She nodded and we trekked off to wherever our feet led us.

"Clarke okay?" my sister asked after some time, her voice full of worry.

"I… don't know," I admitted.

"Yeah, she gets upset when Wells is brought up," Octavia pointed out matter-of-factly while I stood in shock.

"Oh, I didn't know they were close when he was… yeah," I stammered, hurt that Clarke never told me about this.

"Oh, yeah," Octavia started off awkwardly. "She doesn't tell very many people that Wells was the 'best friend' before us."

"Makes sense," I stated shortly.

"But, you mean a lot to her, so she'll tell you eventually, okay?" she said while looping her arm through mine and placing her head against my shoulder.

I placed a quick kiss to the top of her head, something I've done many times, but hadn't for a while, at least since everything happened. "I miss this," I said absentmindedly.

"Me too," Octavia said into my arm as we continued walking.

It was silent for a few minutes before either of us spoke, and then when we finally did again, the conversation was rather trivial.

"What are you talking about?" Octavia asked sometime into our chat. "Jasper isn't that weird!"

"The kid wears goggles around his neck half the time!" I stated back talking about the somewhat-lovable doctor.

"So that just means he's prepared. We're going to the beach later, right? I bet no one else has goggles they can use," she fired back.

"Touché, little sister, touché," I smiled. "But, he's treating you right? No funny business?"

"Alright Bell," Octavia said. "I am not having that conversation with you, Mom already –" she started before a look of immense sadness crossed her face.

I felt it too.

"You know, when you were banging on the door earlier this morning… it sounded like the Progressives all over again," she admitted, looking at the ground. And there she was, the small girl I had cared for since she was a baby, no longer the warrior hardened by the hand dealt by life. "I was scared for a second, like it was all happening again."

Even though she didn't look at me, I could see tears shining in her eyes as she willed them to not spill over. "O…" I said and pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that," I apologized while holding her. Slowly, her own arms came to circle me as well.

"It's not your fault. I just – it made me realize that I haven't thought of her in so long," she whispered, as if disclosing a sin. "Is that bad? Does that make me a bad daughter?"

"No!" I stated vehemently to her while holding her even closer than before. "If Mom could see you now, she would be so proud. You gotta believe that, O."

"She'd be proud of you, too," Octavia said back as a dull pain ached in my heart. Octavia started laughing though. "Mom and I, we used to make bets about when you and Clarke would end up together."

"What?" I asked, bewildered.

"Don't play dumb," Octavia said while disentangling herself from me. "We both knew you were head over heels for her back then, and it's just gotten worse since. You guys seriously make me wanna barf."

"Wait, what was the bet even?" I asked, baffled that my own sister and mother were conspiring behind my back.

"Let's just say I would've won," Octavia said smugly.

"Hmmm, maybe not," I said with a sigh.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Let's just say," I said using Octavia's own words, "two steps forward, one step back."

"Well Clarke is difficult like that," Octavia stated with a smirk. She had a point. "She'll come around."

"That's what I'm hopin'," I whispered back. In my periphery, Octavia smiled.

"Besides, you're pretty difficult too," she sassed.

"Well if that just isn't the pot calling the kettle black," I threw back as we made our way to our family.

The conversation about Mom left me feeling raw, but upon seeing everyone headed towards the beach – together, no less – I felt a new sense of completeness. Ben threw an arm across Monty's shoulder and ruffled his hair. Octavia and Jasper ran towards the water hand-in-hand. and Clarke… Clarke stood a respectable distance away but admired the extended family as much as I did.

"You good?" she asked, concerned.

"I'm good," I replied confidently. "Are you good?" I asked back.

She bumped my shoulder then. "I'm always good," she said sarcastically. "Just trying to remember this moment."

Together.

"Me too," I admitted.

Although the sun and the water painted a beautiful picture, I knew that it would all be a mirage come tomorrow. The family would be split up, the calm would be no more, the stakes would be higher.

I reached for Clarke's hand and she took it without hesitation. We knew the future would not be so picturesque and basked in the comfort that each of us offered the other – wanting it, needing it.

But this moment – God, this moment – could last a thousand years.

Author's Note: See look at me confusing the story and such. I love being evil like that :) Hope you all enjoyed the chapter and let me know what you think. Next chapter... back to the plot.