And They Were Roomates: A Catradora Story

chapter 1

   

It was a cloudless night at Watford. Outside, the grass rustled with wind and darkness hung like a heavy blanket.

   Catra stared at the speckled ceiling, listening to the soft breathing of her roomate, Adora, only a couple feet away. Not far enough, she thought bitterly. Catra turned over and stared at Adora's unconcious form. She tended to do that a lot, stare.

   Adora's eyes were closed loosely and her hair splayed across her pillow like a puddle of molten gold. Her blanket rose and fell with every even breath and Catra found herself breathing in time.

    This is wrong, she thought, this is so wrong. We are enemies, we hate each other, and inevitably one of us will kill the other one day. But her heart refused to agree with logic.

   Catra groaned in frustration, but not loud enough to wake Adora. She pulled her blanket around her and flipped over onto her other side. Catra curled into a ball and closed her eyes, trying to block out the intrusive thoughts. 

   It was hopeless. Catra was completely, utterly in love with Adora and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.