i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
This wasn't how any of it was supposed to go. It was supposed to be Koa, it always had. From the moment they'd met as kids—the dragoon having then just been her older brother's friend—when Flora had been more pest than paramour, the fates had begun to weave their story with golden thread that pulled the pair inevitably back together time and time again, stitching a rich tapestry of memories between them until such time that they got the timing right. It had been such a near thing too, with love almost always on Flora's tongue when she was in Koa's presence. But what she could have let strengthen their relationship she'd instead let taint it, holding the mistakes of youth and simple miscommunication against the dragoon and thus adding one brick too many to the wall around her heart that Koa had laboriously dismantled.
It should have been you..
"No," She sobs against his chest, her tears already soaking through the soft linen of his shirt. No it wasn't alright; no he didn't have her; no nothing was ever going to be be the same again. Knowing that allowing him to continue to hold her as she cried against him, mourning the death of something he wasn't even aware of was wildly selfish, she couldn't bring herself to straighten. Couldn't bring herself to look into his copper gaze and know that she'd never again make him smile, never again hold his hand while looking out across the sea. "I'm so sorry," the words rattle out of her, broken and musical as her body heaves with sobs. Gods she should let him go but she can't. She just can't.
It should have been you..
"No," She sobs against his chest, her tears already soaking through the soft linen of his shirt. No it wasn't alright; no he didn't have her; no nothing was ever going to be be the same again. Knowing that allowing him to continue to hold her as she cried against him, mourning the death of something he wasn't even aware of was wildly selfish, she couldn't bring herself to straighten. Couldn't bring herself to look into his copper gaze and know that she'd never again make him smile, never again hold his hand while looking out across the sea. "I'm so sorry," the words rattle out of her, broken and musical as her body heaves with sobs. Gods she should let him go but she can't. She just can't.
