read me the lyrics (i have forgotten them)
chapter 1/1 | 4.6k | romellura | rated T | read here
“It’s good to see you,” Romelle said, letting her hand drop just a few inches from Allura’s shoulder to the side of her bicep, warmth bleeding through the white wool of her peacoat. “It’s been—” She paused, thumb laying idle at the edge of Allura’s underarm. “It feels like ages. But I suppose it hasn’t been that long.”
“Seven weeks,” Allura supplied without thought. “And two days.”
Romelle’s smile faltered for a moment, and Allura tensed, waiting for it to turn sickly sweet and pitying. It did not. It grew softer, certainly, but there was something respectful in it. Patient.
“Yes,” she said. “Seven weeks. And two days.”
Allura grapples with the complexities of love and loss, death and life. What parts she must retain, and what parts she must leave behind. Luckily, her loved ones can help her.
(Modern/college age setting.)
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This one’s a little on the dark side! It’s got a positive, hopeful ending, but it does deal with some heavy discussions on grief. If you’re not comfortable with parental death in fics (not shown, but offscreen), don’t read this one!
