Yuna shivered, then woke up and uncurled from her tight ball. She had taken, in lieu of having Tidus to curl up with, to sleeping down above the reach of the high tide line, digging herself into a little divot into the sand. She slept there each night, with the sound of the ocean waves in her ears, one of her last remaining comforts.
She wasn’t sure if Tidus had even come back to the cove after the disaster that was their conversation the previous day. Later she would check her herb cache to see if he’d taken the peppermint. Even if he had, she certainly doubted he would try to curl up with her the way he once had.
Yuna didn’t know how it had all gone this wrong.
Her heart ached dully. So did her stomach, with less pain but more urgency, and she shakily got up. “Okay babies.” She murmured, weight settling heavily on her shoulders. “I don’t feel like eating, so I know that must be you. Fish it is as usual, since that’s all I can catch you.” She told her unborn children miserably.
Sep 01, 2017 06:23 AM
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