i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
"Koa—" Flora whimpers breathlessly, and as he tilts her chin up toward him, for a painful and shimmering moment she thinks that he's going to kiss her, and she'd going to let him; she's going to let him because he's good and perfect and he doesn't deserve any of what's coming to him.
But he doesn't, because of course he doesn't realize that the time for last kisses is very likely behind them, and in that moment Flora thinks the pain of never seeing him smile at her the way she's grown so used to might genuinely split her in two. Shaking, she places her hand against his, her fingers cold and numb against his warm skin, feeling traitorous and vile as she shakes her head softly, not deserving even an ounce of his understanding or kindness.
"I didn't mean to—really I...I thought..." I thought it would be you. It was just sex with Jack, right up until it wasn't. Aware, if only distantly, just how disparate her sentences had become and how little information she was actually conveying, despite the way her body wanted to fold in on itself Flora forced her eyes to meet his.
"I...can't.." Koa was exactly what she'd always wanted: boyishly handsome, eyerollingly heroic, romantic and silly, hot as fuck, kind and thoughtful. He'd grown up, he'd put in the effort, he'd tried for her, and..."..be with you." ..she'd fallen in love with someone else.
But he doesn't, because of course he doesn't realize that the time for last kisses is very likely behind them, and in that moment Flora thinks the pain of never seeing him smile at her the way she's grown so used to might genuinely split her in two. Shaking, she places her hand against his, her fingers cold and numb against his warm skin, feeling traitorous and vile as she shakes her head softly, not deserving even an ounce of his understanding or kindness.
"I didn't mean to—really I...I thought..." I thought it would be you. It was just sex with Jack, right up until it wasn't. Aware, if only distantly, just how disparate her sentences had become and how little information she was actually conveying, despite the way her body wanted to fold in on itself Flora forced her eyes to meet his.
"I...can't.." Koa was exactly what she'd always wanted: boyishly handsome, eyerollingly heroic, romantic and silly, hot as fuck, kind and thoughtful. He'd grown up, he'd put in the effort, he'd tried for her, and..."..be with you." ..she'd fallen in love with someone else.
