Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
"I mean...he risked his life to try and keep you safe, so..." Flora inclined her head to the side, before helping herself to another drink from her bottle. As for how to be? Swallowing, her cheeks burning now not just with the heat of her guilt but the rosy effects of the wine as well, the queen shrugs. "I think...life is way too short to think that you have time to find the perfect moment to tell people how you feel...and that...even when things are awkward, it's still worth it, you know?" Did that make sense? Squinting up at the ceiling, Flora could no longer be sure.
"Maybe." She agreed, though her voice lacked conviction as her blue-green gaze dropped back to her friend. "It feels like it'll always haunt me. The way he'd looked, how he'd sounded.." Gods, worse than that almost were the memories of the times when things were good between them. Perfect moments that followed her around, which, when you had a telepath for a boyfriend, was a dangerous thing.
"Anyway, I guess...I mean, I hope you can see why I wanted you to know?"
"Maybe." She agreed, though her voice lacked conviction as her blue-green gaze dropped back to her friend. "It feels like it'll always haunt me. The way he'd looked, how he'd sounded.." Gods, worse than that almost were the memories of the times when things were good between them. Perfect moments that followed her around, which, when you had a telepath for a boyfriend, was a dangerous thing.
"Anyway, I guess...I mean, I hope you can see why I wanted you to know?"
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
