AN: So I probably cheated here as this drabble is based off of another person's work. I got the idea for this story from a blog post that I read. The author was writing about how she knew her husband was the one, because he was embedded in her heart and closer to her than anyone else. And I took her idea but made it for Beka/Rosto- I did change the words and sentences around so it's not a direct copy or anything. I also emailed her to let her know that I was probably going to use her quote someday because it was absolutely gorgeous and I definitely don't have a way with words as she does.
Thanks!! :)
Beka couldn't have told you the exact day when she realized that Rosto, the Rogue, was the only cove that she could possibly be happy with for the rest of her life.
She couldn't have told you what day it was when she decided that they would somehow make it work- with her being a dog and him being the Rogue- and stopped using that as a legitimate excuse in her head although she may have told it to Rosto for a little while longer.
All she knew was that it had happened upon her gradually, day by day until she realized that she didn't really have a choice in the matter anymore. If she did have a real choice she would have probably chose another. Someone who she loved maybe a little less desperately, someone who would brighten up her days and nights following her shifts, but wouldn't take over her heart and leave it aching when they had to separate. But Rosto was in fact embedded in her heart's very lining, even though she tried at first to deny him entry. He had somehow become more familiar to her than her own hand and face, and closer to her than her every breath.
And she couldn't have told you the day where she realized that she would not have it any other way.