song_tra_bong: (not the red baron)
Mary Anne Bell ([personal profile] song_tra_bong) wrote 2006-09-25 05:04 am (UTC)

Her hand hurts from holding on so tightly to his. She doesn't let go.

She wants to carve that smirk off of Coira's face.

She wants to scream at him, at the sky, at Fate itself until her lungs are empty.

She wants to ask him if he still loves her. Coira. Either of them.

She does none of these things, instead just leaning against him and resting her head on his shoulder.

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