❝We could be Miyagi-Do: Strike Back. Strike Harder...Eat...Cake.❞
~ in which, when a girl is given a new start, she fights to recover the person that she used to be, only to find that she can become something else entirely.
[cobra kai s3-s5]
♪ part...
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CINDERELLA'S DEAD
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"So...you and Robby, and then you and Miguel?"
Sam paused with a Dorito an inch from her mouth. She pouted in hesitation. "Actually, it was me and Miguel, then me and Robby, and now it's me and Miguel again."
Seraphina and Sam were laying on the bed in Sam's room, a plethora of snacks spread out in front of them – including an experimental batch of macarons that Seraphina has made that morning, but neither had been brave enough to try – and the music channel playing low in the background.
"You guys are officially together again?"
"No! No, I just kissed him at a party, which I know was awful. And the fight pretty much ended things with Robby, and then he ended up in juvie...I know what you're gonna say."
"What? You think I'm gonna slut shame you? Drag you for crawlin' back to your ex? No. Girl, get yours."
Sam laughed and popped the chip into her mouth.
Seraphina felt a dull ache at her own words. Though she meant every one of them and was genuinely glad to see Sam so happy, it seemed finally time to accept that any feelings she had for Sam would go unrequited. She had seen this coming for a while and thought they would fade with time, but to know for certain made her heart sink a little.
"Miguel's cute, and seems like a sweetheart. I wouldn't let that one go."
"What about you?" Sam quirked a brow.
Seraphina only shrugged.
"Come on! There must be somebody."
For a fraction of a second, she considered telling Sam. Seraphina knew that she wouldn't hate her, be disgusted by her. But it might make her a little uncomfortable. She loved being Sam's friend and didn't want to ruin that with a confession of something that had no future.
"There was somebody, back home. We broke up not long before I moved here."
"That must have been horrible, I'm sorry. I guess you're still getting over that."
Seraphina snorted. "Don't be sorry. I'm the one who broke up with him. I thought he was sweet, you know? Bought me flowers, chocolates, a bracelet at Christmas, all the stuff boyfriends are supposed to do. But he didn't like that I was always gettin' into fights."
"Maybe he was just worried for you," said Sam.
"That's what I thought too. But then he pulled out the word 'unladylike', and I knew I was done."
"Ouch."
"Yeah. For him, anyway." Seraphina sighed. "He said no one would want a girl with busted knuckles, as if we were twenty-two and gettin' married. It's not like I wanna be scrappin' people in college. I'm sixteen! Which is still young enough to get away with pretendin' I don't know any better."
