A/N- My first short oneshot. Good luck to me…
--
Why did it turn out this way?, Cagalli thinks.
She turned around to face an empty wall and a closed door.
No, it wasn't him. Everytime she looked, she thought he was there. The image of a navy-blue haired coordinator standing at her side, his loving, turquoise eyes looking deep into her angelic, amber eyes.
His gentle embrace, his sturdy arms comforting her in her times of need, his military-built body. His tender lips resting on hers.
He tasted like spices.
She wanted him back…