i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
No part of Flora was looking forward to the conversation that was to come with Koa, and so in an attempt to ignore the churning in her stomach, she'd opted to agonize over what to wear: she wanted to look good, but not too good, to put in the effort because of course Koa deserved it but without making it seem as though the words she'd inevitably have to say—I'm in love with someone else—affected her so little that she had the headspace and time to look good. Deciding on a simple white top and some highwaisted shorts (much as a sundress would have been cooler, Flora wasn't sure either of them would welcome the memories it inspired), Flora had pulled her hair back in a ponytail and opted for only a bit of mascara that she was quite sure at some point she'd end up crying off.
Entering the Celestine, Flora wandered a little way in, avoiding the path which would take her toward the bridge overlooking the portion of the grounds dedicated to the Greatwood. With utterly no idea what she was going to say to Koa when he arrived, though she should have spent her time planning out her words, instead, she stood in front of one of the enclosures, pressing her forehead against the cool bars.
Entering the Celestine, Flora wandered a little way in, avoiding the path which would take her toward the bridge overlooking the portion of the grounds dedicated to the Greatwood. With utterly no idea what she was going to say to Koa when he arrived, though she should have spent her time planning out her words, instead, she stood in front of one of the enclosures, pressing her forehead against the cool bars.
