Koa
Two weeks ago, Koa had been utterly confident on the choice he'd be making today.
But then his confidence had been shaken, his dreams turned upside-down. Then Jude had accused him of selfish indifference; Noe had told him how much he missed her; Kai had told him to chase a dream he doesn't want to believe him. And Flora, Flora had appeared before him, hollow and fragile and so utterly alone, and Koa had felt things he know he shouldn't been feeling, and the threads of his heart had become so tangled he hadn't known how to begin unraveling it all.
And through it all his mental countdown had continued, and the warm flush of anticipation he'd felt at the beginning had morphed into something almost analogous to dread.
It's not quite dusk, the agreed upon time, but Koa's been here for hours. Years of training and the rush of anxiety had propelled him to the Observatory closer to noon than nighttime; he'd spent the time since alternating between pacing the periphery and brooding on a bench. It's the latter he's engaged in now, his right leg bouncing in a steady, nervous beat, the last light of the fading day slanting across his handsome features.
He's wearing a forest green button-down and black washed jeans, looking stupidly attractive and well put-together - save for his thick hair which has become rather unkempt as he continuously runs his fighters through the inky strands. He's leaning forward slightly, staring intently at a sprig of blue flowers which is comically dwarfed by his massive hands. Two weeks ago he'd known exactly what he planned to do with the forget-me-nots, but now?
Now he can only hope that seeing Sohalia will center him, will give him the clarity and conviction that's been so absent these past two weeks.
But then his confidence had been shaken, his dreams turned upside-down. Then Jude had accused him of selfish indifference; Noe had told him how much he missed her; Kai had told him to chase a dream he doesn't want to believe him. And Flora, Flora had appeared before him, hollow and fragile and so utterly alone, and Koa had felt things he know he shouldn't been feeling, and the threads of his heart had become so tangled he hadn't known how to begin unraveling it all.
And through it all his mental countdown had continued, and the warm flush of anticipation he'd felt at the beginning had morphed into something almost analogous to dread.
It's not quite dusk, the agreed upon time, but Koa's been here for hours. Years of training and the rush of anxiety had propelled him to the Observatory closer to noon than nighttime; he'd spent the time since alternating between pacing the periphery and brooding on a bench. It's the latter he's engaged in now, his right leg bouncing in a steady, nervous beat, the last light of the fading day slanting across his handsome features.
He's wearing a forest green button-down and black washed jeans, looking stupidly attractive and well put-together - save for his thick hair which has become rather unkempt as he continuously runs his fighters through the inky strands. He's leaning forward slightly, staring intently at a sprig of blue flowers which is comically dwarfed by his massive hands. Two weeks ago he'd known exactly what he planned to do with the forget-me-nots, but now?
Now he can only hope that seeing Sohalia will center him, will give him the clarity and conviction that's been so absent these past two weeks.
then you come crashing in, like the realest thing
