Morning was always flattering on Arizona. It brought life back to her cheeks, colored in her face and put her in a good mood. Her eyes were lit the second they opened, ready for the day ahead.

It was less kind to Callie. She hid from it. She buried her head in her pillow, squeezed her eyes shut, and clung to the last fragments of sleep like a magnet to steel.

Arizona didn't mind. She lay awake for what must have been half an hour, stroking black hair as Callie slept in her arms. Their bodies were warm under the blankets, skin unnervingly soft under Arizona's fingers. She kissed a collarbone, kissed the side of her face, then slid out of bed.

She covered herself with an oversized, tattered Marine Corps shirt and made her way to the cabin's kitchen, sights set on the box of pancake mix she had seen the night before. Her mind wandered as she cooked breakfast, drifting without her permission and leaving her absent, and her inattention resulted in more burned pancakes than she would care to admit. She decided she'd hide the evidence before she woke Callie up.

Her realization last night had unsettled her, to put it gently. It scratched at every wall she had so carefully built and her instinct was to push it down, bury it and ignore it. But when her heart rate had slowed and her muscles had relaxed, she was left with a bad feeling that she could possibly, potentially, maybe be okay with sleeping in Callie's arms every night, for the rest of her life.

Which was crazy. It was crazy, wasn't it? Callie was very quickly turning into her closest friend, one of the few people left on earth she felt safe enough to open up to. Only a few short months ago she had been the bane of her existence. They made no sense together; they were a messy, catastrophic mix of forces. They teetered constantly on the edge of infatuation and animosity and they were completely illogical in every way.

It was crazy.

But the thought was there, and she couldn't unthink it. She tried and tried, tried to unsee it, tried to unfeel it, and it was useless. Because here she was, half naked and flipping pancakes at 7 AM, thinking about Callie and grinning like a fucking idiot.

"Whatcha doing?"

Arizona startled, then immediately relaxed when she zeroed in on the groggy voice. "Doing solo surgery on pancakes."

Callie's head tilted at the obvious jolt in Arizona's body, holding in a laugh. "Whoa. Jumpy this morning, are we?" She ambled closer and surveyed the stack of fallen soldiers that were burnt, a smug, amused smirk on her lips. "Looks like you lost a few patients. They should take your license."

Arizona rolled her eyes, biting the inside of her cheek to keep her smile contained. She looked up from the pan briefly and God, Callie was gorgeous, tangled hair framing her bare face. And she was smiling at her, lazy and sweet. Her teeth were perfect, and her lips were too, her entire mouth, really. Had she always smiled at her like that?

Swallowing that thought, "Don't mention the burnt ones again or that's the stack you're getting."

Callie huffed an amused noise. "What if I don't even like pancakes?"

"You do. I know you do, I remember. You ate mine the night we met."

"Among other things."

Arizona laughed as she served their food, stacking the best of the pancakes on Callie's plate despite her empty threats. "I don't find you funny."

"And yet you laugh at everything I say. God, I'm good." As Callie reached past Arizona for the bottle of syrup, her hand skimmed across her lower back. It slid up her shirt, fingers pressing into the curve of her spine, thumb settling into the subtle dip of a dimple.

Arizona felt a little bit like an animal ensnared in a trap, far too deep to change her fate now.

She sat high atop the kitchen counter as they ate breakfast, legs swinging as she chewed. Callie stood close to her, leaning on the counter with her neck craned back to look at her as they talked. They talked and they laughed and Arizona managed, somehow, to act like a normal person rather than one on the precipice of falling into something raw and terrifying and electric.

She was doing an excellent job until they were cleaning the kitchen together and Callie said, "What's the plan for today?"

"Well, I'm gonna shower and start getting ready soon. I need to start setting up for the renewal in a few hours, if you're up for helping."

"Duh," Callie smiled, then her eyes gleamed with something playful. "You know, I want a shower too, and it's sooo cold out…. It'd be a shame if you used up all the hot water."

"I'll be nice and leave you at least 5 minutes worth."

"You're gonna make me ask, aren't you?" Callie whined, and she rolled her eyes at Arizona's smirk. "Fine. Can I shower with you?"

Arizona hesitated, and she wanted to say no. Not because she didn't want it—quite the opposite, really, because she was freaked out by how much she wanted it. She was nodding before she could stop herself though, and Callie was following her to the bathroom, and then they were naked under a hot stream of water and Arizona was trying very hard to keep her hands to herself.

Callie could sense her hesitation and she wasn't having it. She tugged at Arizona's hips, pulled her into her body. "Thank you for making breakfast. It was sweet."

"Ew," Arizona teased, hands instinctively resting flat on Callie's chest, keeping a small amount of distance. "Don't call me sweet. I'm not sweet."

"You're sweet. You just like to act all tough and bratty." Callie trailed her fingers over Arizona's ribcage, tickling her just a little, but instead of laughing she stiffened. Callie frowned. "Why are you being weird this morning?"

"What? I'm not."

"You are. You're being all jumpy and awkward."

"I'm not."

"You are." Callie put a bit of space between their bodies and studied her face closely, eyes narrowing.

It made Arizona feel exposed, laid bare. She hated how well Callie could read her. She shifted uncomfortably, and her voice came out snappy. "Can you stop?"

"Did I do something wrong last night?"

"No," Arizona's answer was immediate, and her gaze turned more gentle. She chewed on the inside of her cheek and ran her hands up and down Callie's arms to reassure her. "No, I'm sorry. I'm just… worried about this ceremony. I want it to be perfect for them."

Callie looked down at her for a moment, trying to decide if she believed her. She didn't, but she knew better than to prod at her when she got like this, distant and avoidant. She reached for the body wash and kept her voice even, tone light as she said, "I know you."

"I know you know me."

"You don't have to hide things from me," Callie shrugged. "I'm going to drop it, but I want you to know that."

"Callie," Arizona pleaded, her argument weak in her throat. "Of course I know that. Of course I do. I'm not hiding—"

"I just want you to trust me. I want you to feel safe with me."

"I do." And that was kind of the whole problem here, wasn't it?

Callie decided, perhaps naively, to take her word for it. "Well, good," she mumbled as she leaned down to press a kiss into her neck, softly sucking warm water off her skin. "Can we shut up and have dirty shower sex now?" Her hands groped at her, eager to distract her from her strange mood, to bring her out of her head and back into her body. Callie was used to being a distraction for Arizona by now, had some time ago come to accept it, even own it. At least when she initiated it, she came away feeling less used.

Arizona moaned, a quiet, strangled noise from the highest part of her throat. She let her head tip to the side and felt heat spread underneath her skin, composure slipping without much of a fight.

She felt a bit spineless for it, but this? She could do this. She knew this. This was familiar and this was safe and this was the opposite of the flurry of convoluted thoughts that were leaving her ripped open with vulnerability.

She just needed a little bit of time, she thought. Time alone, to process and accept this and figure out where to go from here, how to tell Callie. She had time. For now, she could enjoy the sting of cold tile on her back as Callie pressed her into it, the swell of breasts slick with water pressing into her own, the sear of hungry lips on hers as they kissed.

She could enjoy one last weekend before she opened her mouth and potentially ruined everything.

She had time.

Arizona did not, as it turns out, have time.

It was a shame, really, because the day had been going perfectly. Before things went wrong, she had felt a little bit like she was in one of those sappy romance films Callie had gotten her hooked on.

They had bundled up in their coats and scarves after their shower, hauling bags through the snow to the gazebo to set up for the Robbins vow renewal. It wasn't anything intricate—a few bouquets of white peonies and garden roses, a table with a few bottles of champagne and a small, one-layered wedding cake. It would be beautiful come sunset, lit by strings of yellow light and accented by the surrounding Cascade mountains.

They took their time on the walk back to the cabin, Callie too enthralled by the snow to be rushed, and talked about everything. Their exes, the musicals Callie did in high school, the fishing trips Arizona went on with her dad and brother as a kid, their favorite books, Callie's childhood pets, their favorite professors from medical school, everything.

Well, almost everything. Three topics were never, ever brought up: their feelings for each other, Callie's family, and Michael. They skirted around them in a synchronized dance—one wouldn't offer, the other wouldn't pry. An unspoken agreement to maintain the peace.

Callie made mugs of hot chocolate to warm the two of them up when they returned. Arizona plopped down on the couch with a shiver, swinging her legs over Callie's lap. Callie covered them both up in a blanket as they continued their conversation.

"I'm not judging you, Calliope. Really, I'm not." Arizona sipped her hot chocolate, licked it off her lips. "But not a single summer job growing up? Not one? Not even babysitting?"

Callie flushed a bit. "There just wasn't really a need."

A blonde brow quirked, and a playful smile appeared on her lips. "What, are you rich or something?"

Callie stayed quiet, a little embarrassed. She had one hand under the blanket on Arizona's leg, running up and down it repeatedly, upper shin to lower thigh. She sipped her hot chocolate to avoid answering.

"Oh my god, you totally are." Arizona grinned and pressed a teasing, good natured poke to her arm. "You mean you could've been flying me out to Paris and Spain and Bora Bora this whole time? Instead of only fucking me in supply closets?"

"I'm not rich," Callie said, honestly. "I did grow up well off, but I'm not anymore. Not more than any other surgeon I mean."

"Oh." Arizona's smile fell a bit at the tone of voice. "I'm sorry if that's…a sore spot. I was trying to be funny."

Callie let out a small laugh. She removed her hand from Arizona's leg, using it to brush blonde hair behind her ear instead. "You," Callie smirked as the pad of her thumb brushed gently over her cheek, "suck at jokes." She squeezed her cheeks playfully before letting go, and it made Arizona laugh, her head tipping back a little.

God, Callie loved the sound of her laugh. It was the sound of her soul, free and melodic, and it came to Callie's ears as welcome as Eden itself. And she loved the way she looked while she was laughing. She would smile that smile, perfect teeth framed by her dimples, eyes crinkled adorably in the corners, and Callie's world turned technicolor. She thought she was the most beautiful person on Earth.

It was a terrible thing, to feel so much for someone who could give so little.

The reminder sobered her a bit. She kept both of her hands clasped around her mug and fought the urge to reach for her, an instinct Callie had suffered since the first day she met her. "It is. A sore subject, I mean." She cleared her throat and shifted a bit. Arizona's legs felt heavy, all of a sudden, on her lap. "Not because of the money. It isn't that. I live just fine without it. It's…" She raked her thumb nail over the rim of her mug, something to keep her eyes trained on. "It's just a long story. I'll tell you about it some other day. Today's a happy day."

"Okay," Arizona agreed easily. She didn't push her. She never did. She twisted and stretched her torso to put her mug on the coffee table, freeing up her hands, then took Callie's from her and did the same. She shifted closer until she was practically in her lap. "For what it's worth, Calliope," she said as her hands slid to her shoulders, foreheads pressing together, "I think you're pretty miraculous even in the supply closets. Who needs Paris?"

Callie gulped, actually gulped, and forced herself into a small, nervous smile. This girl was going to fucking kill her. She slid her hand up, cupping the side of Arizona's jaw. Their noses brushed, and their lips almost did too, but Callie pulled back a little before she could let it happen. "We should start getting ready soon."

Arizona hummed her agreement, but she didn't move. She slid a hand into the back of Callie's hair, nails scratching gently at her scalp. "I'll do your hair if you do my makeup?"

"You trust me not to put you in bright blue eyeshadow?"

"Depends. You trust me not to dye your hair blue to match?"

Callie laughed. Arizona leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Callie made a small, surprised noise of such complete joy, almost like the note of a song, and reluctantly leaned into Arizona to kiss her back.

It was over as quickly as it started, Arizona peeling herself off her lap and disappearing into the bedroom to get ready. The whole thing had lasted five seconds, max, but Callie pulled the moment apart, made it last a millennium in her mind.

It was all she thought about as they got ready.

She couldn't be imagining it all in her head. She couldn't be. Somewhere along the way, they had slipped into something far deeper than friendship, more intimate and charged than probably anything else Callie had ever experienced in her life. Like parallel lines, always near and never quite tethered, they constantly walked that boundary.

Callie watched her through the mirror as she worked on her hair, wrapping dark strands around a curling wand. Arizona's hair and makeup were already finished, loose blonde curls pulled halfway back, and she was furrowing her brows a bit as she focused intently on the task at hand.

Blue eyes flickered up, caught her staring. Arizona smiled. "You look beautiful."

Callie returned the smile threefold. "So do you. You always do."

Arizona turned the curling wand off and returned it to the counter. She ran her fingers gently through dark curls, loosening them, then sprayed an expensive smelling hairspray on top. She slid her arms around Callie's neck from behind and bent low, pressing their cheeks together and grinning at her through the mirror. "We clean up nice, Florida." She gave Callie a squeeze before standing back up straight.

They helped each other dress, zipping zippers, clasping necklaces. Callie was so gorgeous, feminine form hugged perfectly by the fabric of her dress, that Arizona had to call upon a higher power for the strength to keep her hands to herself.

They sat huddled together during the ceremony under a shared blanket. The ceremony was short but sweet—declarations of undying love, reflections of their fondest memories, testaments of the beautiful life they'd made together, the beautiful children they had raised. Callie and Arizona held hands under the blanket the whole time and stole kisses even when her parents weren't looking.

Afterwards, as the earth shifted itself into nighttime, they drank too much champagne and danced with each other, with Arizona's parents. Callie was dancing with Barbara to an ABBA song when the older woman suddenly cupped her cheeks, pinched them adoringly, and said, "We just love you, Callie. We couldn't be happier to have you in our family."

Which had been, in hindsight, the beginning of the end.

They were back at the cabin when things went south, both drunk in the bathtub. Arizona was balancing a plate of wedding cake above the warm water, alternating between feeding herself and Callie bites.

She was tipsy and her aim was less than ideal. She giggled when she accidentally landed a glob of frosting to the side of Callie's mouth, mumbling an innocent oops before she leaned in and licked it off.

It was almost too much for Callie. Arizona's tongue, the smug grin on her face, her naked body soaked in sudsy bubbles pressed so close, the buzz of alcohol in her body.

"I love your parents," she blurted out.

Arizona cocked her head to the side and smiled curiously. "They love you too."

"I had a lot of fun tonight. This whole weekend."

"Me too. Thank you for coming with me, for doing…this."

Callie swallowed and nodded her head. "They're really good people. They love you so much."

"Yeah. Yeah, I love them too." She offered Callie the last bite of cake, then ate it herself when she shook her head no. She chewed slowly, watching her cautiously, growing uneasy from Callie's odd tone of voice.

"I just don't understand why you feel the need to lie to them."

And there it was. Arizona's muscles tensed a bit. "What?"

"They'll be devastated if they find out this was all fake. I feel awful about it, for helping you lie to them. They're good people. Good parents. You don't need—"

"Trust me, Callie. I already feel bad enough. I don't need you to make it worse." Arizona scowled and pulled away, putting space between them.

"I'm just trying to help—"

"No. No. You're being judgmental. You're getting all self-righteous."

"So what if I am? What if there is an objective right and wrong here?"

Arizona's nostrils flared. She tried to temper her rising anger. "It's so much more complicated than that. I thought you got it."

"Well, I don't get it. I don't. And I'm trying to, I really am, but I can't. Help me understand it, Arizona, because from the outside it just looks like you're taking your perfect family for granted."

Arizona laughed dryly. "Perfect? You have no idea how exhausting it is," she snapped, "to be the only living child left. To be their only shot at grandchildren. To be the only thing they have to live for. To constantly disappoint them and to fucking constantly be worried about. It's suffocating."

"Do you even know how lucky you are to have parents that love you that much? Enough to worry about you?" Callie's own frustration was bubbling to the surface now, the air thick and tense between them. "I think they're right, by the way. To worry about you."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you have closed yourself off to an insane degree and it's not healthy. I'm sorry you lost Tim—"

"No. Do not bring him up to me. You don't get to use him as a line in a fight."

"Will you shut the fuck up and listen to me?" Callie hissed. "I'm sorry you lost Tim. I really, really am. It breaks my heart for you. But Arizona, you're not the only person that's ever lost something. God knows I have. And your parents, god, they lost their child. You have to give them a little grace."

Arizona was standing up from the bath, jaw clenched as she wrapped herself up in a towel. "I don't have to do anything. That includes sitting here to get lectured by you of all people."

Callie stood up too, grabbing the other towel as she glared daggers at Arizona. "You can't be serious right now. You can't sit here for a single difficult conversation? You just have to run away and hide like a child?"

"I don't know where you get off," Arizona ranted as she disappeared into the bedroom, Callie hot on her trail, "trying to give me advice about my family. Who are you to talk? I don't exactly see your family busting down your door to spend time with you."

It was mean. Arizona knew it was mean the second it left her mouth, and she knew it crossed a line by the way Callie reared back like she had been slapped. She laughed humorlessly, bitterly, and shook her head, the remnants of their perfect day together now vanished completely. Her tone fell flat. "I don't think I understand a single fucking thing about who you are. And to think I thought… I thought we were making progress this weekend. I thought we were getting somewhere."

"We were pretending." Arizona's voice was dull, tinged with annoyance. She was being self-destructive, she could feel it happening, and a huge part of her was screaming at herself to shut up, to stop and think before she actually ruined this. But a larger part of herself won out, the part concerned solely with self preservation, that ran bone deep and had propelled her forward for her entire life.

"Right." Callie laughed again, sounding slightly unhinged, exasperated with the woman in front of her. "Right. That's why you called me baby last night, right? That's why you're touching me and kissing me constantly, even when we're alone. That's why you flip out the second I mention Michael—"

"You promised we wouldn't talk about him this weekend."

"Like that! Just like that." Callie ran her hands over her face. Arizona backed up a little, tightening her towel around her body, ready to bolt at any second. She needed space. She couldn't think clearly, could barely focus over the pounding of her heart. "What the fuck are we even doing, Arizona?"

"We're pretending," she repeated, and it came out choked, like she could cry at any minute. "This is fake, Callie, and you knew it going in. None of this is real."

Something in Callie's gaze frosted over. Something internally snapped. She turned from her, calmly gathering a set of clothes, then threw them into Arizona's arms. "Get out."

"Callie—"

"I'm serious. Get out. I'm not doing this anymore." Callie walked towards her, and Arizona stepped backwards until she was standing outside the bedroom door in the living room, clothed only in her damp towel. Her eyes were wide and helpless and it only angered Callie further. "You are childish and neurotic and the most frustrating person I've ever met. And I'm done."

And that was the real heart of it, wasn't it? Arizona pushed and pushed because deep down, she had always known Callie would grow fed up with her. She knew she would leave. She just helped speed along the process.

"Callie—"

"I've wasted the last—what, four? five?—months of my life on you. It's getting ridiculous and, honestly, a little pathetic on my end."

Panic settled into Arizona's throat, made it feel like it was closing. She could feel tears threatening her eyes. "Please, wait, I'm—"

"Fuck you, Arizona. Fuck you for not caring and fuck you for acting like I shouldn't have either."

The door slammed in Arizona's face, and the tears finally fell.

Arizona knew stars. She could find the North Star with her eyes closed, could list the names of all 88 constellations in alphabetical order by memory. From a young age, instead of counting sheep on sleepless nights, she'd count configurations of stars. It worked as a bonus when she was upset and she needed to shut her brain off as quickly as possible. Her inner monologue would start rattling them off, deprogramming any emotions that felt like a threat to her.

Andromeda, Antlia, Apus, Aquarius.

Arizona knew stars, and she loved them. She also knew better than to stand in the path of a stray meteor as it burned itself up, heated to incandescence by collisions with air molecules in the upper atmosphere. They would glow and they would be breathtakingly beautiful, impossible to look away from, but contact was catastrophic. They'd leave nothing but desolation in their path. That's what Callie had always been like to her: a shooting star. She burned too bright and she moved too fast and Arizona knew she'd be completely consumed by her if she let herself. She had thought she was only safe from a distance, with her feet kept planted firmly on the ground.

Aquila, Ara, Aries, Auriga.

So she had kept her eyes pointed skyward, she had continued to want her only from afar, and she had tried like hell to keep from getting burned.

But it all felt kind of pointless now. Every piece of her felt scorched, felt touched.

Boötes, Caelum, Camelopardalis, Cancer.

It had been hours since their fight. Arizona was on the front porch steps, bundled up in her coat, neck craned back to look at the night sky as she smoked a cigarette. The chemicals filled her lungs and an artificial calm settled over her, fleeting and addictive.

She heard the gentle open and shut of the front door behind her, followed by Callie's voice. "I hate when you smoke."

"You hate a lot of things about me, apparently."

Callie sat on the steps next to her, but Arizona didn't look. "Do you really believe that?"

Arizona thought about it for a second. She let out a slow breath from her nose and tapped her cigarette out on the ground. "No. No, I don't."

"Good." They sat in total silence for what felt like several minutes before Callie spoke again. "But I do think you were right. That night you told me that I'd end up hating the version of you that you would become if we let this get weird."

Arizona blinked and kept her head low as Callie said it, the confirmation of her worst fears. She rubbed at her eyes with the heels of her palms, trying to scrub the forming tears away.

"That thing you said earlier about my family? That was mean, Arizona."

"I know. I'm sorry," her voice cracked, and she meant it. Callie knew she meant it.

"They cut me off. After I came out. They haven't spoken to me in over a year, closer to two now. And I know you didn't know that, but it was still so…" Mean. Callie didn't need to finish her sentence, because Arizona knew.

She finally looked at her, at her watering brown eyes, the devastating expression on her face, and Arizona's heart tore in half. "I am so sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean—"

"I don't know what it is about me that makes me so unloveable. I wish someone would just… tell me what it is, so I could change it. But I have no idea what I'm doing wrong. I give everything and I try so hard, like if I just love someone hard enough it'll make them stay, but they never do. Not even my own family."

"Jesus," Arizona choked out. It was the first time she had seen Callie cry, and it was too much, it gnawed at her gut and made her feel sick. "Calliope, no, no, come here." She opened her arms and pulled Callie in, cradling her close. Her chin perched on the top of her head and she stroked her hair soothingly, protectively, shushing her quietly.

It was a startling realization that Callie had no one that ever had any sort of consideration for her, not really. She had shown so much patience, so much humaneness in the face of snarling teeth. Time and time again, she had picked herself up off the floor, still bloody from being bitten, and said it's okay. I still love you. If you need to bite, bite me again. And what had any of them done for her? George or Erica or her own family, for God's sake? Half-killed her. Arizona wouldn't, couldn't be another name on the list of people that chewed her up and spit her out like that. And she knew herself well enough to know that was exactly what she'd do if she let this go any further.

"You're not hard to love," Arizona whispered into the darkness, her words pressed into the top of Callie's head above her fingers, like they'd be able to sink into her mind and body and heart until she saw herself like Arizona did.

Callie wiped at her wet cheeks with her hand. "I meant it when I called you my best friend. I can't lose you."

"God, I hate that word."

"Lose?"

Friend, Arizona thought. But she nodded her head.

"That's why I've been thinking. And I realized that we have to stop this. We can't keep sleeping together, doing this weird in-between thing. It's just confusing us. I don't want to hate you, Arizona. I can't, I never did, even at our worst, and I never will. I won't let it get that far. So we have to stop now. Please, we have to stop."

Callie was begging for her compliance, but Arizona couldn't. She couldn't. She shook her head, let her eyes close as she gathered her strength. "There's something I need to—"

"Michael asked me to be exclusive. To be his girlfriend."

Arizona's eyes snapped open. It felt like a kick to her ribs. She stumbled internally, mind reeling, trying to form any useful thought.

"And I told him no. I told him I needed time to think about it. But I'm going to say yes when we get home."

Arizona was going to throw up, the champagne and wedding cake not mixing well with the knot of nerves that sat in her stomach. She swallowed, desperate and panicked, her voice coming out hoarse. "Callie. No. I need to—"

"I don't want you to talk me out of this. Please, Arizona, please don't. Just let me do this," Callie pleaded. They were both crying silently, both refusing to look each other in the eye. "I want to be happy. I think—I think he could make me happy if I let him. He's a good man, and he'll treat me well. But you?" Callie shook her head a little. "I can't be happy if I ever lose you. You're too important to me. Please. Friends?"

Callie pulled her in for a hug and Arizona let her, her body a bit limp and sad. She pressed into her neck as Callie begged her to let go. All she could really hear was that Callie wanted to be happy, that this was the only way she felt she could be.

And Callie, happy? She'd agree to pretty much anything for that.

"Okay," she whispered, and tried not to cry at the sigh of relief Callie let out. "Okay, yeah. Friends."

Her heart did something painful in her chest, and Arizona could feel it. She felt it all around her, felt it in the air suffocating her as she struggled to take in even breaths. She felt it in the endings of her nerves, her entire body buzzing with it, her entire mind consumed by it. She felt it in their silence. Felt it in the way Callie looked at her, the way Callie had always looked at her, the way she had always somehow been able to see her.

She could feel it, and this time she could name it, too.

Arizona loved her. She was hopelessly in love with her. And she was too late.

She let her eyes close and started counting constellations again, focusing on her breathing.

Andromeda, Antlia, Apus, Aquarius…

A/N: hahahahahahahshha these dumbasses am I right…

Apologies for no update last week—my grandfather passed away AND there was a hurricane so life was a little crazy lol. (I am doing fine!) Next week is my finals week and then I'll be on vacation for a week, so the next update might be a bit slow too. Just a warning! But I have no intention of not finishing this so don't worry. :)

Thank you for reading and for reviewing, you guys have been so wonderful. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Happy weekend :)