flora
Her breath comes hot and fast. The closer she is to hysteria the more she can feel Enzo, crazy as that is. As adrenaline weighs hot and phantasmic in the back of her throat, Flora can feel naive optimism swamping her senses.
He'll be okay. He will. .
"Just a few more minutes, I promise. And then we'll...we'll..' She thinks of them at the Hanged Man, effortlessly beautiful together and impossibly intune. She thinks of them strolling along the sands with identical footprints. Thinks of his hand in hers and hers in his. She thinks of his laugh, the jagged edges of his smile and the rainbow of colours held secretly within his stare. She thinks of his warmth, his cunning, and his cleverness.
She thinks that when he opens his eyes again that he'll say I told you so, and she'll apologize; just the once, and only because it's cold.
It really is cold though, isn't it?
'M...mom. We have to...mom."
He'll be okay. He will. .
"Just a few more minutes, I promise. And then we'll...we'll..' She thinks of them at the Hanged Man, effortlessly beautiful together and impossibly intune. She thinks of them strolling along the sands with identical footprints. Thinks of his hand in hers and hers in his. She thinks of his laugh, the jagged edges of his smile and the rainbow of colours held secretly within his stare. She thinks of his warmth, his cunning, and his cleverness.
She thinks that when he opens his eyes again that he'll say I told you so, and she'll apologize; just the once, and only because it's cold.
It really is cold though, isn't it?
'M...mom. We have to...mom."
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
