And right now I'm needing a little hope.
How clear his voice still was in her head, despite two days of trying to fade it, banish it. She pressed her face deeper into the linen of the sheets, pointedly ignoring any moisture that dampened her skin. Damn him. And damn her for still being here, in this room that she had never intended to sleep in alone, in this city that was once again the nightmare she’d thought of it being. For hiding in the dark, broken, over a man. No, a boy. A boy who didn’t even know how to deal with his feelings. A boy that she had thought she had known. More the fool, her.
You’re not gettin’ rid of me, K. And you’d better not disappear on me like before.
C’mon, Supergirl, you have to close in eventually.
And God help her, she had. She had let him in closer than she had ever planned, close enough for wounds to be fatal if the weapon was sharp enough. It had been her own fault; start to finish, she had been the one that let him in in the first place. She had been the one to take it a step further, answering all the questions with one returned kiss on one of the most tumultuous nights of her life. In the end, she’d been the fool to fall for him when she knew that his family could be as changeable as the weather, never questioning what his true feelings could be. They’d never given it a name, what they had been doing. Maybe that should have been her first clue. Instead she had leaped directly into it, relishing the free-fall without even considering the landing. Only now she was, lying crushed on the pavement, staring up at the heights she had plummeted from willingly disbelievingly as a child.