talia [catradora]

part two

i buried you a month or two ago

catra raised her fingers to her mouth and bit her nails - a nasty habit that had developed when adora's car was hit by a semi on the highway outside of town.

they'd been dating for a year, and catra was excited. adora made her feel whole again.

catra had slipped the diamond ring she intended to give her girlfriend on their anniversary onto the finger of a lifeless body.

"i miss you," she whispered, pulling one of adora's sweatshirts to her chest and taking in adora's smell - like chocolate and roses and cinnamon and grass and dirt and sweat and dust.