felicity & micah
Felicity dreamt of Liyana, more so now that she was gone. She dreamt of stolen kisses at midnight, often waking, drenched in a cold sweat, reaching for the solace of a hand that is no longer there.ย
She was beyond finding comfort in Gatsby; not for the fact that she realized her own selfishness, but for the fact that he had seen that last kiss goodbye and had not touched Felicity since.
Heโd become more distant too; it wasnโt until theyโd left Liyana that Felicity realized she had been the only thing keeping him grounded.
He no longer sang, speaking in short, terse phrases and averting his gaze, scribbling furiously in his sketchbook and softly cursing under his breath as the charcoal tip of the pencil snapped again, and again, and again.
But retreating was not Felicity, she could not just write her worries away. She had tried, and it had ended disastrously โ an embossed leather notebook, the only remnant of her luxurious life, the only reminder of where sheโd come from, thrown into the fire, dissipating in a curl of smoke that made her cough.
She relished the burning in her throat, the distraction it offered, and she would have stood there the entire night, breathing the smoke and coughing until she bled, had Micah not taken her arm โ gently, for it was so rarely he ever lay a hand on her โ and tugged her away, holding her and tipping water into her mouth until the convulsions ceased.ย
โItโs alright,โ Micah said, though a moment later he barked out a mirthless laugh.ย โItโs really not,โ he amended with a long, heavy sigh.ย
โOf course itโs not,โ Felicity snapped back, wondering why he would even say something so absurd.
Itโs alright.
It would not ever be, not unless she could hear Liyanaโs laugh again, see her smile, feel the soft curls of her hair . . .
Felicityโs gaze found the blazing flame once more, focusing of the crackle of embers on wood, glowering at the ash that had once been her journal.
She wanted it back, now.
Silly, really, that she hadnโt missed it until it was already gone.
โWe should get some rest,โ Micah said, shifting so that he blocked her view of the fire.ย
Felicity opened her mouth to argue that there was no point in resting because theyโd be just as fatigued tomorrow, that it was impossible to even attempt to sleep when her mind was racing so, that โ
She took a deep breath.
She nodded.ย
โTomorrowโs a new day,โ she remarked.ย โA new sunrise.โ
Micah almost smiled at that.ย โIt is,โ he agreed.
Felicity did not say goodnight as she stood, making her way back to her tent. She did not thank him, or wax poetic about how good of a friend heโd been to her tonight.
She offered a quick, fleeting smile, there for such a brief moment that it almost wasnโt.ย
Then she retreated to her bunk and, as had become the norm since Liyanaโs departure, fell into a restless slumber.
The sun did rise the next morning.
It was far too bright.
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