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Sohalia

Don't try to wake me up
Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow

He was always the mature one, the logical one, the one who took the lead when it came to their relationship, and just once, she wished she could be the one to take the helm, to fix things, to reassure him and bring them both back down from their respective panicked heights. So for once, she took a deep breath, forcing down the feelings that she tended to wear so proudly on her sleeve, and bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted the metallic tang of blood. The sharp, sudden pain brought her a moment of clarity, and she was able to shove down her tears for later, wiping gently beneath her eyes, trying to avoid jarring her broken nose.

"I'm sorry," she said softly, reaching out to touch his arm gently. "I messed up. I don't - I'm learning how to do this, and I'll do better, I promise." It might ring hollow, given how messed up things have become between them, but she really did mean it. If anything, she'd be likely to overcorrect and share too much from here on out. But maybe that would be better. Ever since they've been a couple, it had been too much like walking on broken glass, trying to make sure she did everything right lest she mess things up. She missed her best friend, and it had felt like she had to choose between having him or having her boyfriend. Maybe she could have both, and she just hadn't realized it.

Feeling significantly worse than she had in quite some time, she bit her lip as she considered his offer. "I don't want to do anything that you don't," she said, her brow furrowed. "If you don't want to reconsider anything, then we won't. It doesn't change how I feel about you." And she was sure that she could ignore her feelings for Koa. Or ignore them. Avoidance had mostly worked, so far. Well, until he'd broken her nose. "But... you're right. I think he is upset with me. And regardless of whether we reconsider things or whether he'd even be interested, I do want to try and fix things. At least enough to be friends."

But that was another issue. For right now, she hesitated. "Jude, you - I know I hurt you. You know you're - you're allowed to be angry with me, right?" She said it in a small voice, afraid of what might come next, but fully prepared to face the consequences of her actions. Because she could tell that he was upset, and trying very hard to be logical and mature, and however much she might appreciate that, it wasn't fair that only she should get to air her feelings.

Don't believe anything you say anymore
In the morn, in the morning