Chapter Text
A week later, she would be standing in front of Adora's casket. She would be cleaned of all blood. All the horror. All the wrong that was done to her.
In Catra's hands, a single sunflower.
"They postponed the sunflower picking day." Her throat would be swelled shut with constrained tears. "Police are still cleaning up and gathering more evidence." The tears would fall anyway.
She would tuck the sunflower into the casket, its sunny and vibrant face too saturated in comparison to Adora's pale, lifeless one. The first sob would wrack her body violently, but she'd press on anyway.
"I managed to grab one anyway. So you still owe me fries and a milkshake."
Adora wouldn't respond and the wave of agony would bring Catra to grip the casket tightly, trying not to sink to her knees.
"But….later, okay? I'm not gonna forget."
She would reach out to touch Adora's face and immediately flinch at the cold, memories of Adora's warmth still on her fingertips.
"We'll go stargazing again too," she would promise. "Maybe….maybe you can show me where you are. So I'll know where to meet you."
And then she would gently hum to her.
"Then you're left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya. You're a sunflower.
"I think your love would be too much."