Freedom Arms | Saturday

[fearisdeath]

It was a slow, quiet day. Bellamy didn't much mind those. Sure, it made him way too easy for him to think and to wallow in self loathing but it was better than hearing screaming and crying.

Bellamy busied himself with stocking some inventory before sitting down and opening up a magazine. He wondered what Octavia was doing right now. He wondered if she was all right.

[Open, no OCD]