talia [catradora]

part eleven

i can taste your lipstick

catra leaned forward, and their lips collided, and catra could finally breathe again, tasting adora's scent.

then adora dissolved again with another sad smile, and catra was alone.

she kicked a pillow angrily, then climbed down, her head throbbing and her world swaying, and just barely made it to the bathroom.

bow came in and didn't say a word, just handed her towels and rubbed her back.

catra's breath hitched in her throat. "i - i'm sorry, bow."

he'd lost both his best friends, and now he was stuck with a depressed cat for a roommate.

catra didn't understand why he stuck with her, but she was still grateful.

bow wrapped a blanket around her shoulders and guided her to the couch. "don't worry about it, catra," he whispered.