The Heart Sinks

The Heart Sinks

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jxycxmxnxr By jxycxmxnxr Updated Oct 18

I sat down beside him again, looking at the camp around us. We were messes, trying sloppily to pick the pieces of ourselves up as we drop more. The sky was growing orange with color. Suddenly it changed into a bright pink, orange fading away, as purple began to take its place. Everyone stopped their work, moving to see the sky change.
        
        I felt his hand grab mine. I didn't flinch or pull away. I didn't feel disgusted by him or who he was. I turned to look at him, making sure he was watching this. Instead his eyes were fixated on me. He didn't say anything, just smiled a little. I wrapped my fingers around his, looking back at the sky, the colors darkening.
        
        He was staring at the sky now. I looked back at him, and down to our hands. He glanced at me, releasing his grip on my hand. I hesitated to let go, pulling my hand back slowly. It was dark now, the crowds moving into the tents or closer to the fire. "I knew you didn't hate me." He whispered. I almost didn't hear him. I turned to face him. He leaned in, moving closer to me. I moved forward, our lips colliding, his free hand moving to the back of my head.
        
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        The 100 / John Murphy fanfiction.
        idk I kinda suck at this sorrynotsorry

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