Freedom Arms | Saturday

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy had hung out at the picnic for a little while before walking off to the place that gave him money. He felt more comfortable around guns than he did most people anyway. He went about cleaning a few of the pieces before he settled behind the counter quietly.

Octavia was on his mind a lot today. Seeing so many people her age made his heart ache. He missed her. He worried about her.

He'd failed her.

[Open. No OCD]