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Bellamy had been the main topic of Octavia's therapy appointments last week. Nothing surprising about that, considering everything his birthday had managed to drag up from about the length of Octavia's entire life. Today's session was much the same: all kinds of hard things about the Blakes, their impossible family.
And afterwards, Octavia had finally gone swimming again. Not at her usual pool, though. Another one, a more remote one, one where the strangers were even more like strangers because she had no intention of ever going back.
It had been nice.
She'd missed it.
She missed a lot of things, and was still thinking about some of them as she made her way aboard the Cape Rouge again, her bag slung over her shoulder. She stopped on the deck, and just breathed deep, looking up towards the sky.
[ooc: Open!]
And afterwards, Octavia had finally gone swimming again. Not at her usual pool, though. Another one, a more remote one, one where the strangers were even more like strangers because she had no intention of ever going back.
It had been nice.
She'd missed it.
She missed a lot of things, and was still thinking about some of them as she made her way aboard the Cape Rouge again, her bag slung over her shoulder. She stopped on the deck, and just breathed deep, looking up towards the sky.
[ooc: Open!]
