she's the kinda song you could play over and over
The air burned her lungs as Flora tried again to say Jack's name, only to find her body shivering uncontrollably. The cold wrapped around her like a shroud, the chill sinking into her bones until she thought her heart might stop from the sheer emptiness of it. The cold seemed to seep from somewhere beyond herself, touching the edges of her thoughts, making her feel like she was standing in a garden at the height of Deepfrost, everything barren and lifeless. But there was blue in it, and it was too early in the season for snow in the Greatwood, and--
Jack. Her mind clung to that single name, trying to find him in the haze, to reach him through the fog of her confusion. Somewhere beyond the blinding cold, she heard her father's voice—calm, firm, an anchor in the chaos. He was saying something, the words muffled, distant. Her compass. Send her back to Torchline with it. Flora blinked, her vision swimming as she tried to make sense of it, her thoughts tangling like vines twisted in desperation and dread.
Torchline.
They were leaving.
Leaving Jack.
No. The word echoed in her mind, a plea, a demand. Her thoughts twisted, the landscape of her mind turning into a storm, waves crashing against rocks, thorny vines coiling around her as she fought to stay afloat. Ronin might have been an anchor, but he was keeping her somewhere she didn't want to be. But her body was weak, her mind a shattered reflection, petals floating on a dark pond, and all she could do was reach out, her hand trembling as it brushed against empty air, her heart crying out for the one person who didn't seem to be there.
Jack. Her mind clung to that single name, trying to find him in the haze, to reach him through the fog of her confusion. Somewhere beyond the blinding cold, she heard her father's voice—calm, firm, an anchor in the chaos. He was saying something, the words muffled, distant. Her compass. Send her back to Torchline with it. Flora blinked, her vision swimming as she tried to make sense of it, her thoughts tangling like vines twisted in desperation and dread.
Torchline.
They were leaving.
Leaving Jack.
No. The word echoed in her mind, a plea, a demand. Her thoughts twisted, the landscape of her mind turning into a storm, waves crashing against rocks, thorny vines coiling around her as she fought to stay afloat. Ronin might have been an anchor, but he was keeping her somewhere she didn't want to be. But her body was weak, her mind a shattered reflection, petals floating on a dark pond, and all she could do was reach out, her hand trembling as it brushed against empty air, her heart crying out for the one person who didn't seem to be there.
