Then let me be the calm. Let me be the thing that doesn’t run.
Listen to me. Everyone else who left? They didn’t leave because you were too much. They left because they weren’t enough. But I am not them. I am not afraid of your dark. I am not afraid of your past. And I am not going anywhere. you deserve me octavia
He reaches out and takes her hand. She flinches—an old reflex—but doesn’t pull away. Then let me be the calm
Then why are you still here? Why do you keep looking at me like I’m something whole? you deserve me octavia
Too late.
I wouldn’t dream of it.