No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
Another year unchosen, the knot of fear loosening in his chest. It gives way to relief, with a chaser of guilt- how dare he be happy to not see his mother? How far has he fallen, to be having such thoughts? For as long as he can remember he's tried to be a man she would be proud of, and oh, it aches to know just how far from that ideal the Dragoon has become.
Swallowing down the lump of emotion in his throat, Koa turns away. Let those who could celebrate - he won't begrudge them happiness - but for him, there isn't time or energy for anything close to joy. There is only the fatigue of trying to keep up with a world that quickly outpaces him, the knowledge that the monsters going bump in the night may always be bigger than he.
Swallowing down the lump of emotion in his throat, Koa turns away. Let those who could celebrate - he won't begrudge them happiness - but for him, there isn't time or energy for anything close to joy. There is only the fatigue of trying to keep up with a world that quickly outpaces him, the knowledge that the monsters going bump in the night may always be bigger than he.
Koa
