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Oh, and I miss my lover. The ways in which you talk to me have me wishin' I were gone. The ways that you say my name have me runnin' on and on.
— Mr. Loverman, Ricky Montgomery
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━━━━━━ August 12, 2150
THE ROVER WAS SILENT as they journeyed over the river, moving further and further away from Arkadia and Bellamy. Clarke drove, Casey sat next to her, and Roan and Rian remained in the back with the hydrazine tanks. They had lost one in the scuffle against Roan's men. Raven's claim of needing 'every last drop' echoed in Casey's mind, warning her that they might've just lost everything. But they had faced worse odds, and they still needed to take what they did have back to Raven.
⠀⠀⠀It had been a few hours since they parted from Bellamy and Casey lamented the warmth that had since left her skin. They had, finally, released a thin layer of the emotion laid between them. And before either could commit themselves to the moment, they both knew it had to end as soon as it started.
⠀⠀⠀Something always seemed to get in their way: feelings, war, relationships. Now, it was the end of the world and even then, they couldn't spend the last ticking moments together. They were so deeply rooted in their families that they came first, before any good could happen for themselves.
