Summary: An almost-Suhara drabble
Standard Disclaimer: I'm just a fanfiction author. All hail the rightful owners.
Suhara wanted Carmen to be happy. She knew.
Yet her mouth was dry, the back of her neck cold. She stood young, felonious, needing to explain. She'd done the deed already. What was the worst he could say?
Is this what you choose? Late nights? Your friends estranged? Life, eternal trial? You love this?
No. No one likes the worst of their job. But …
Alhambra at night, ocean cliffs in blue-orange shimmer, stone slide over leathered hands…
That's enough?
Carmen knew with full heart, Suhara would choose what he thought her joy.
She turned from his threshold, walking away.
Dedication: To my grandmother, who will never in this life read this story.