Koa
Don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake
Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?
He doesn't mean to accuse her like this. There's a part of him: the mature, smart, capable part; the part that could be chill through rejection; the part that could navigate the layers of complex relationships and still come out A Pretty Good Guy. That part of him understands that this isn't the slightest Sohalia's fault. That she was scared and threatened and did the smartest thing - the only thing - she possibly could. Somewhere in the recesses of his soul, Koa knows she didn't mean to leave Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?
If only that part of him were at the wheel now.
Somewhere down the road his right hand grasped the back of his chair; now his knuckles are turning white, the wood straining beneath his tightening grip. Her expression is shifting and vibrant. His stays blank, unreadable and pale. "But then what?" He's managed to stabilize his voice, to quell the trembling in his throat. "You were too sick to send word? To write?" Now the words are flat strained, tight with the effort of self-control.
"Are you infected, Soh?"
If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great
But while in this world I think I'll take my whiskey neat
But while in this world I think I'll take my whiskey neat
