“we can’t be friends.” @ofrabbit
even if catra’s response wasn’t surprising, the words still hit her like a punch to the gut. it was clear by adora’s stricken face how the words had affected her. their breakup was horrible, she knew that, but she thought they could overcome it considering they were good friends before they had gotten together. a memory that had resurfaced the previous night had prompted adora to reach out to catra in the first place. she didn’t fully understand it, she was asking catra to come with her and catra refused. but it was the look in catra’s eyes that wrecked her, the hatred and the promise of a threat. she never wanted her to look at her like that again.
“catra,” her voice was a plea. her hands reached out to catra’s, to grab them into hers, but thought better of it, pulling away when they were mere inches apart. she stood tall with her arms to her side and her hands now balled into fists, her nails pressed so hard into her palms they drew blood. her stare was unyielding as she looked down at her. “why are you always so stubborn,” adora didn’t even try to hide her frustration. “do you really want nothing to do with me just because our relationship didn’t work out?” she paused to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat. “you were my best friend, catra.”
