You Deserve Me Octavia | Best & Limited

Then let me be the calm. Let me be the thing that doesn’t run.

Octavia breaks. Not dramatically—just a soft, shuddering exhale. She leans her forehead against his chest.

Then why are you still here? Why do you keep looking at me like I’m something whole? you deserve me octavia

She finally turns. Her eyes are red-rimmed, but dry. She looks exhausted—not just from lack of sleep, but from the weight of her own history.

Okay?

Because I see you. Not the legend. Not the disaster. You. The one who stays up too late reading. The one who laughs too loud at bad jokes. The one who apologizes to plants after forgetting to water them.

Probably.

She shakes her head, a single tear finally escaping.