Six Sentences on Sunday
~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~
“Go get some rest,” Clarke tells him. “I just need-” She trails off, but Bellamy gets it. When privacy is at a premium, any chance to be alone is precious.
Bellamy stands and gently squeezes her shoulder. He hates leaving her like this, but he knows she needs the time to work through whatever is in her head.
–From a fanfic I was writing earlier today.