Koa
"I know you would." Again Koa smiles sadly, turning that heartbroken, melancholic face back to the Luminary's glow. Maybe it's his thoughts finally crystalizing, maybe it's simple exhaustion, but it hurts a little less to look at her now that he can't feel his heartbeat in his eyes. Now it's a different ache he feels, less sharp and panicky, more dull, resigned. His hands clench and unclench in his lap. He can see it, the wonderful future she believes in, can feel the potential like the first notes of a song. It's their road to walk down, if only they're brave enough.
But it's a road full of pitfalls. And snakes.
"I hear you, Soh. I do. And it's not that I don't want to try. I really, really do." He rolls his shoulders, his head, his neck, letting his eyes flutter wearily closed. He's trying to imagine it, what it would look like if they gave it a go. Beautiful moments of warmth and joy, sure, but underneath it all? Could he really look past the insecurity, the history? Could he bear being in the same room as Flora, while holding hands with Sohalia?
Even with a heart as big as Koa's, could half of it be enough?
Koa looks down at his open hands, at the fragile sprig of blue flowers, the petals now discolored and wilting, battered by his calloused palm. Sohalia's offering his heart to him, fragile and beautiful and precious as these blossoms, and he cannot bear the thought of returning it to her broken beyond repair. "I just... I don't know if I'm ready. I told you that you deserve a hundred percent, and I... I can't give you that right now."
Taking her hand gently in his, he curls open the pale fingers, tenderly pressing the battered flowers into the crook of her palm. "I'm so sorry, Soh," Koa says, and feels his heart break.
But it's a road full of pitfalls. And snakes.
"I hear you, Soh. I do. And it's not that I don't want to try. I really, really do." He rolls his shoulders, his head, his neck, letting his eyes flutter wearily closed. He's trying to imagine it, what it would look like if they gave it a go. Beautiful moments of warmth and joy, sure, but underneath it all? Could he really look past the insecurity, the history? Could he bear being in the same room as Flora, while holding hands with Sohalia?
Even with a heart as big as Koa's, could half of it be enough?
Koa looks down at his open hands, at the fragile sprig of blue flowers, the petals now discolored and wilting, battered by his calloused palm. Sohalia's offering his heart to him, fragile and beautiful and precious as these blossoms, and he cannot bear the thought of returning it to her broken beyond repair. "I just... I don't know if I'm ready. I told you that you deserve a hundred percent, and I... I can't give you that right now."
Taking her hand gently in his, he curls open the pale fingers, tenderly pressing the battered flowers into the crook of her palm. "I'm so sorry, Soh," Koa says, and feels his heart break.
then you come crashing in, like the realest thing
