half of my heart's got a grip on the situation

How deeply are you sleeping or are you still awake?
A good friend told me you've been staying out so late

”Oh,” she said, momentarily struck dumb. ”This is about me.” And for a moment, something within her withered, the flames of her hope dying down to embers as the realization came crashing down on her that this wasn’t their happily ever after after all. This wasn’t the beginning. It was the end of them, the end of all her pretty dreams about their future and their life and their… their-ness.

A part of her accepted this outcome, accepted that this was the grave she’d dug for herself over the years. Another part of her wanted to scream with frustration that they’d gotten so close and yet remained so far. But the largest part of her - the part that truly loved Koa, the part that was determined and resolved to see this through - that part of her tightened its grip on his hand, tugging gently as though to pull his attention back to her.

She tried to catch his gaze. If his eyes were wet, so what? She could withstand a little emotion. She would be the pillar of support that he needed. She could take it.

So she watched his face, willing him to look at her. ”Koa… I’m sure about this, even if you have doubts. I should have fought for you in the past. I never should have let you go in the first place. But I’m not going to make that mistake again, Koa. I’m here. I want this - want you. And this time, I’m going to fight for us, because we are worth fighting for.

“So if you need a minute, or if you want to talk about what happened between two weeks ago and now, or if you just want to sit here in silence - I can do that. But I can’t let you walk away. Not again.”

Be careful, oh, my darling, oh, be careful what it takes
From what I've seen so far, the good ones always seem to break

Sohalia