Then why are you still here? Why do you keep looking at me like I’m something whole?
A late-night rooftop overlooking a sleeping city. A cold wind blows. OCTAVIA stands at the edge, arms wrapped around herself. YOU approach from behind, stopping a few feet away. you deserve me octavia
They stand there as the city hums below them—two broken people choosing to be broken together, which is the closest either of them has ever come to whole. Then why are you still here
(Laughs weakly) You’re supposed to lie. A cold wind blows
You Deserve Me
You think you don’t deserve love. You think you’re a punishment people have to endure. But you’re wrong, Octavia. You’re not a storm. You’re someone who’s been standing in the rain for so long you forgot what shelter feels like.