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Space Girl, show me the stars. You know the galaxies of my heart.
— Space Girl, Frances Forever
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━━━━━━ September 25, 2149
CASEY HADN'T BEEN ABLE able to sleep again, but that was nothing new. She lay on her side, staring at the cot on the other side of the tent, untouched since Murphy... left. She blinked one, two, three, four times, trying to rid her tears, but they pooled at the edges and fell down her face.
⠀⠀⠀She rubbed her hands up her neck and chin, moving over her cheeks, dipping into her eyes, and circling up toward her forehead. The self-soothing practice continued four, eight, sixteen times before she could finally relax. Then, she'd stare at Murphy's cot too long, and it happened over until her hands turned red and raw.
⠀⠀⠀"Hey," Bellamy's voice broke the tense air.
⠀⠀⠀Casey didn't look to the entrance, finishing her ritual until she felt satisfied. Then, she cast her eyes towards Bellamy as he stood at the foot of Murphy's bed with a slight frown, worry in his brow.
⠀⠀⠀"Go away, asshole," Casey groaned, flipping onto her stomach and shoving her face into her jacket that she used as a pillow.
⠀⠀⠀"Casey," Bellamy sighed. "Have you seen Octavia?"
