Petrichor

Petrichor, the smell of dust after rain.

Fabian Lawrence has never smelt dust after rain, or felt the sun; hell, just like every other citizen of the Ark she has never breathed real oxygen. And just like every other citizen of the Ark, she has never heard silence. Not with constant machine hum that vibrates through every inch of her home.
The oldest and longest living member of the Sky Box, Fabian has a duty of care. When The Ark sends their 100 juvenile prisoners down to Earth she swears to herself that she will protect them to her dying breath, The Ark failed them.
She will not.

کاترارا

"You know I don't sleep anymore!"
She screamed at him, all her emotions finally pouring out. "I don't sleep, because every time I close my eyes, I see them."
She didn't care anymore if the rest of the camp heard them.
"I see Atom, or Jay or Charlotte or John or Roma."
She wrapped her arms around her sides, as if she could stop herself from unraveling, as if she could keep all the broken pieces together.
"I don't sleep because every time I close my eyes I see their faces, and then-then I see yours."
He lifted his eyes to met hers, brown to brown, his bloodshot hers puffy with tear tracks down her face.

"I see you. Dead."
Another sob rose in her throat but she fought it back down.
"I see Clarke, and Raven, Jasper, Monty, Dax, Harper, Fox, Monroe. All dead." She rambled, her eyes frantic.
"Everybody. But me."
Bellamy was crying now too, silent tears trailing down his face.
"I close my eyes, and everybody else is dead. And I am left alive."

She let out a broken sob and crumbled to the floor, her knees hitting the hard ground.
"And it just makes me- I can't help but wonder who's next. Who else is going to die. And that,
That kills me."

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