Redhawk Caldera Take your fears and let them go

it felt — wrong, the words shared now.
bridget had always made her happy. why wouldn't it work? she loved sorana too. and she had always supported teya. what was the reason? what was the issue?
her. it was always her, it was — borva and tremelia and their words on so many things, their teachings, ranting in her ear.
but that felt like an excuse, a copout.
she simply wasn't brave enough to love bridget the way that bridget wanted to love her. 
the raven swallowed, nodded, pulled away. "thank you for understanding," she mumbled tonelessly, truly grateful for the other but wanting to punish herself with solace now.