#mitsumika

i knew i did from that first moment we met. it wasn't love at first sight exactly, but - familiarity. like: oh, hello, it’s you. it’s going to be you. | q. mhairi mcfarlane - you had me at hello. | misaki takamatsu.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15580962

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13025637/1/Comfort

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Still unsure about reading it, here are some tidbits for it:

She blinked to bring moisture back to her eyes and was surprised to feel a small drop of wetness on her cheeks. She touched it and wondered just exactly when did she teared up. Her vision became more distorted as she felt a sting at the corner of her eyes. Lifting up her ungloved hand, she rubbed the tears away.

She would like to see her fallen comrades again, she would like to smile and laugh with her old squad. She would like to hear them assure her that it wasn’t her fault and that she shouldn’t blame herself for getting them killed. However at the same time, she doesn’t want them back.

She doesn’t want her old squad back when she has a family. And that thought alone makes her miserable.

Is she a horrible person for wishing that they never found out about resurrection? For wishing that everyone else could forget their old friends and just focus on this new family they’ve created? Is it inhumane to wish that her squad stays dead? Does feeling this way makes her less of a human being?