flora
It was hard for Flora to LeAvE HeR ReSPecTs when she was thinking about whatever Jack and Safrin might be doing at the top of the lighthouse, so rather than trying to leave heartwarming messages on the stonewalls, instead the Doubletake simply cleaned. Using the shawl she'd brought to cover the romper she'd tossed on, though it was still early in the season she'd shed it almost immediately, and was presently using it to dust a few cobwebs away from the bannister that spiralled up toward the top.
For the majority of the afternoon, Flora had floundered around in her bed, before finally rallying long enough to take a shower and then collapsing right back into her sheets. Brief flashes of objectivity told her that whatever she was to Jack would never play out in the long run, and that she was only going to get herself hurt by remaining so close to him and pretending she was satisfied with the way things were. Though her mother's advice to her had been that opening up was the only way of finding love—and that sometimes that did mean getting your heart broken—surely this was just the equivalent of holding onto a runaway horse that she had no business in trying to ride anyway.
With a sigh, Flora ran her fingers through her curls before continuing to swat away cobwebs, both real and imagined.
For the majority of the afternoon, Flora had floundered around in her bed, before finally rallying long enough to take a shower and then collapsing right back into her sheets. Brief flashes of objectivity told her that whatever she was to Jack would never play out in the long run, and that she was only going to get herself hurt by remaining so close to him and pretending she was satisfied with the way things were. Though her mother's advice to her had been that opening up was the only way of finding love—and that sometimes that did mean getting your heart broken—surely this was just the equivalent of holding onto a runaway horse that she had no business in trying to ride anyway.
With a sigh, Flora ran her fingers through her curls before continuing to swat away cobwebs, both real and imagined.
How can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
