"DAMN IT!"
To say Raven was frustrated was an understatement. She had only three days until the deathwave hit them, and she wasn't close to finish the suit. She was stressed because she couldn't finish her suit, but she was also upset because Abby just told her through the radio that the conclave was over, that Octavia had won and that the clans had to share the bunker.
Octavia won, she was the one who survived that horrible thing, and that meant that another person that Raven knew didn't make it. The young mechanic felt tears start to well up in her eyes. She rubbed her eyes and turned to her work again. There was too much at stake, she couldn't wallow in sadness. She had a job to do, but it was difficult to focus. After working on the suit for ten minutes, Raven threw the first piece that she saw across the room. Still nothing.
"This is pointless. I can't do it" Raven said between rapid breaths.
"I don't believe that for a moment" Raven froze when she heard that. That voice. No, it wasn't real, Becca was toying with her, yes that was it. Raven took a deep breath and went to grab the piece that she threw before. Before her hand contacted the object, anther hand stopped hers. Raven gasped, because she knew that touch, she felt it when she screamed at Murphy. Slowly, Raven looked up and saw a face she thought she would never see again. When her eyes met bright brown eyes, Raven's eyes widened.
"Luna?" The sea girl smiled gently at the confused mechanic.
"It's me little bird." In that moment, a lot of thoughts ran through the younger girl's mind. Did she dare hope? Was her mind mocking her? Was Abby wrong? What really happened in the conclave? Before she could voice out her doubts, Luna pulled her in tightly to her. Raven closed her eyes and inhaled. She smelt salt. It was her! She still had a lot of questions, but now wasn't the moment. For now, she would enjoy this moment. She would worry about the questions later.
