KOA
Maybe one day Koa will have a similar bonding experience. Maybe he will nearly die at the side of someone he cares for, will find himself with an inexorable bond that dulls all others with its strength. And on that day he'll come back to Flora, light-hearted and warm with forgiveness and love, and tell the Doubletake, I get it. I understand it all, now.
That day is not today.
He doesn't want to go. He cannot bear to stay. As long as they stand in this mocking sunlight, as long as they rage and fight and cry, as long as their hearts are breaking in unison, at least they're still a them. Limbo is a terrible place, but it's better than being alone. He looks at her with hapless sorrow, wondering desperately where he went wrong, what could have been done to fix it.
The flowers pass between them with the weight of a wax seal, a final punctuation at the end of the story of them.
Everything from here, Koa knows, is part of the after, and as loathe as he is to let go of hope, he knows it must be done.
Knowledge doesn't keep the hollowness in his soul at bay. Empty handed, empty hearted, the young Dragoon teeters over the void alone, Flora and her sunflower face and her youthful love on the other side. "Yeah. Me too," he answers hoarsely.
And then he turns and walks away, the broken pieces of his heart left in the before.
[fin]
That day is not today.
He doesn't want to go. He cannot bear to stay. As long as they stand in this mocking sunlight, as long as they rage and fight and cry, as long as their hearts are breaking in unison, at least they're still a them. Limbo is a terrible place, but it's better than being alone. He looks at her with hapless sorrow, wondering desperately where he went wrong, what could have been done to fix it.
The flowers pass between them with the weight of a wax seal, a final punctuation at the end of the story of them.
Everything from here, Koa knows, is part of the after, and as loathe as he is to let go of hope, he knows it must be done.
Knowledge doesn't keep the hollowness in his soul at bay. Empty handed, empty hearted, the young Dragoon teeters over the void alone, Flora and her sunflower face and her youthful love on the other side. "Yeah. Me too," he answers hoarsely.
And then he turns and walks away, the broken pieces of his heart left in the before.
[fin]
With each love I cut loose, I was never the same
Watching still living roots be consumed by the flame
Watching still living roots be consumed by the flame
