Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Josie Forbes (Post-Dark!Josie) x Alyssa Chang [Legacies]
Requested by @imma-sensitive-btch
The second that Alyssa walks into the room, she freezes. Thankfully, of her own free will, and not because something or someone else is pulling her strings. She's free. And yet...
Josie looks up at the sound of the gym door opening. Their eyes lock, and all of the colour seems to drain away from her face. For a moment, Alyssa's expecting dark veins to creep up her skin, and for her eyes to become pits of black.
But the eyes staring back at her are soft and brown and shining with guilt and fear. No veins appear, and her hair doesn't tumble down in black curls, but stays brown and pinned up in two messy buns. It's Josie.
She shouldn't feel like this. This aching deep in her chest, the one that's been there for too long and should never have been, but especially not now. Not after what Josie did to her.
Tearing her eyes away, she moves over to the benches, putting her foot up on the edge to adjust her laces. It's fine, she tells herself, drawing in a slow breath. It's all over. She's free, and Josie's herself again, and she's still very much in love with her.
The last part makes her chest tight and she has to undo the knot in her laces, restarting. Why does she feel like this? What sane person still has feelings for the person who murdered them?
"Hey," Josie's voice comes from behind her, as quiet as a mouse and making her jump. "Alyssa? Can we...can we talk?"
Alyssa lifts her gaze to look at her, wide-eyed. Josie's own are staring nervously, hands practically pulling her fingers off as she shifts her weight from foot to foot. This Josie is the one her heart decided it wanted.
Taking another deep breath, she straightens up slowly. She mulls it over in her head for just a moment of looking into that guilt-ridden gaze that shines as if on the verge of breaking down.
"Yeah," she decides, and sees Josie's shoulders sink in relief. "Okay, we can talk."
She offers her a small smile and Josie looks so surprised that it hurts. This is what she needs. To talk it all out. She motions to the door and they slip past Mr. Lockwood without detection, leaving the room for somewhere with more privacy.
