hurts to be something (it’s worse to be nothing with you)

“Do you regret it?” She asks, quiet, and is surprised at the vehemence of Na’s head shaking, her hands balling into fists.

“No,” she says, breathless, her eyes burning into hers. “No, I couldn’t— how could I? It was— you were—” And then she drops her head, and Leemhai knows she’s thinking about it, last night and Na’s shaky exhale against her lips, hands moving haltingly up her body and Leemhai taking her hands, stopping her, saying Have you ever? and Na meeting her eyes, saying no, could you and Leemhai kissing her, a hand at the back of her neck, her waist, pulling her in. Yes, yes, anything yes.

or: the missing scene we never got of their second time