Six Sentences on Sunday
~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~
From a fanfic:
When he looks at Octavia he sees his best friend–the person he swore to protect with his life. And now he knows he did nothing but fail her. He kicks off his boots then nudges Octavia over so he can climb into the bed. He tugs the pillow from her hands and tucks his arm under her head. She sniffles into his shoulder.
“I’m sorry, O,” he whispers.