you look like my next mistake
"oh my GODS." Throwing her hands up into the air once more, Flora swats at her dad’s outstretched hand and petulantly turns partially away from him. "You’re acting like we’re getting married tomorrow, which—" Turning, she points an accusatory finger in his direction. "Still wouldn’t be an excuse." Huffing out a hasty breath, her anger having temporarily stolen her ability to breathe properly, Flora looks out at the sparkling ocean and the horizon beyond.
"So what if I get hurt? So what if he doesn’t love me back?" Though Flora’s voice has also softened her gaze remains just as hard as she levels a stare at Remi over her shoulder. Trying to suppress the cool draft that trickled up her spine before clasping clammy hands around her neck, the one that whispered that Jack wouldn’t ever love her and that he had been moved by her dad’s argument—or possibly had been thinking it already—the queen steels her resolve. "That’s life. You’ve hurt people you love and people you love have hurt you, and I doubt if there was a single time that you wish you had someone step in to save you from it."
"So what if I get hurt? So what if he doesn’t love me back?" Though Flora’s voice has also softened her gaze remains just as hard as she levels a stare at Remi over her shoulder. Trying to suppress the cool draft that trickled up her spine before clasping clammy hands around her neck, the one that whispered that Jack wouldn’t ever love her and that he had been moved by her dad’s argument—or possibly had been thinking it already—the queen steels her resolve. "That’s life. You’ve hurt people you love and people you love have hurt you, and I doubt if there was a single time that you wish you had someone step in to save you from it."
