#of course its angst

Meditation was impossible at first, because whenever Kotallo stopped moving and closed his eyes, he thought of her. Of these unshed tears in her eyes, the patches of pink on her cheeks…the feel of her fingers on his face and her lips on his skin…how she’d clung to him, even as she let him go.

I’m not mad. I understand.

He’d caved in, eventually. Let himself feel the pain and the shame that came with what was said and done. Let the image of her haunt his mind the way Visions flicker through the Grove.