Notes – A kinkmeme fill done for a prompt that wanted Lana mourning Mia's death on account of them having been lovers. Set after Turnabout Sisters, containing spoilers for the first game and Rises from the Ashes.
Lana hadn't gone to the funeral.
Or at least, she hadn't gone inside. If she so happened to have been driving past anyway and stopped to listen for a while that was a different story. But being involved in it just felt wrong.
In there were people who had been associated with Mia's life and while she had been associated with Mia herself she didn't really know any of those people. Her connection with Mia was more like an isolated state of affairs – a time frozen between just the two of them, bonding over their intellectual attraction during those college years.
The attraction soon became more than just intellectual.
The 'intellectual attraction' was a term that Mia had used playfully to refer to their relationship. They were younger then and with youth came the need to keep their experimentation secret. Or at least for Mia it may have just been experimenting.
Lana bit her lip awkwardly. She knew that she'd never felt quite the same way for anyone else as she had done for Mia, but there came a point when college was over. Their careers whisked them away. And when Mia began talking about her workmate Diego so much it wasn't fair for Lana to hold her back.
So she'd let her go.
It was comforting to know that there would always be that time between them when Diego couldn't have Mia. Only now there was no Diego. And no Mia either. It was just her, standing in front of a small grave resenting that the life of such a brilliant person had been cut short.
What would she have said if she had gone to the funeral and someone had asked her how she knew Mia? That they were friends from college? Telling a half-truth like that didn't feel right.
She knelt down, placing a bouquet of flowers among the so many that were already there. They were as close to the pale yellow of Mia's scarf that she'd been able to find – the colour standing out so distinctly in her mind. Mia's outfit had almost been uniform, she was known for wearing black with that scarf. In return Lana had worn similar garments with a red scarf, neither of them really being sure who had begun copying who first.
A tear rolled down her cheek.
There were so many things that had been left unsaid and would now forever be lost. If she could go back would she have changed any of those things?
No.
Mia had been happy – with her life, with her partner, with her former relationship with Lana. Perhaps everything had not gone as Lana had wanted, but as long as Mia had been happy then that was the most important part.
She heard a cough behind her.
Standing up and wiping the tear before turning, she wondered how such a bright and loudly dressed man as Damon Gant could sneak up on someone so easily. That was a dangerous thought.
Realising that she must have been here longer than she intended, she walked with him to the car, insisting that she didn't need assistance to get to work. Never did she ask how Gant knew she'd be here; he just seemed to pick up on these things. Despite that Lana had never mentioned her relationship with Mia to him.
When she reached the car she looked back just once. The farewells had been said, it was time to leave. Getting into the car she drove away, knowing that if Gant could get here so quickly that he probably had his own ride waiting for him.
Once she was gone, Gant looked back on the graveyard and grinned.
Mia was one more nail in the coffin of Lana's past.
Everything was going well for him.