It’s been hard to allow herself to admit Shiro’s been gone, or how long it’s been. Focusing on finding her has been the only way.
Because if she says as much, out loud, if she admits—
I miss you…
She pulls the toy out. Presses a palm to her eye and shoves everything back into the cabinet. For a moment she falls flat on her back, staring at the ceiling, heart racing. And her hands shake as she tries to calm her breathing. The blankets are too hot and she pushes them away. And it’s too dark and she can’t orient herself.
Maybe she should go back to her own room. Or run some laps through the castle halls. Staying here feels impossible.
But it feels too much like giving up.
She turns her head, tries to breathe against Shiro’s pillow. And it was an illusion that she could smell Shiro’s hair. It’s been months.
It doesn’t smell like anything.
[read on AO3]
