flora
'Oh.' Flora's eyes dip towards the paper bag, seemingly unaware that Mateo is likely offering her some of his gin. 'That's nice.' She murmurs again, in that same nothing-tone of the very drugged, or the very depressed.
Swallowing hard as she forces herself to look at the sunflowers, Flora bites at the inside of her cheek, then her lower lip, before shaking her head slowly. "I...I don't want things that die." She whispers, before shrugging. Luckily Enzo's sweater hides a good deal of her recent weight loss, but as close as Mateo is, he'll likely notice just how bony Flora has become. "I don't really feel like eating. You can go though, don't let me stop you."
Swallowing hard as she forces herself to look at the sunflowers, Flora bites at the inside of her cheek, then her lower lip, before shaking her head slowly. "I...I don't want things that die." She whispers, before shrugging. Luckily Enzo's sweater hides a good deal of her recent weight loss, but as close as Mateo is, he'll likely notice just how bony Flora has become. "I don't really feel like eating. You can go though, don't let me stop you."
Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness
'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea
'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea
