Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora listens quietly, her grip on the empty glass easing slightly as Kaisel's words wash over her, smoothing over the sharp, painful edges she'd been carrying around since Jack left. There's a flicker of relief in her eyes, fragile but real, her shoulders slowly relaxing beneath the comforting weight of his reassurance. "That's...that's exactly how I saw it too," she murmurs softly, her voice barely audible over the distant buzz of conversation from the other patrons. Her gaze drifts to some spot just past Kaisel’s shoulder, eyes unfocused but clearer now, as if the fog of self-doubt had thinned just enough for her to see through. "Even if I died again—like, properly died and didn't come back—it would still have been worth it. Because it's not just about me, y'know? It's Torchline, and everyone else who lives here."
Her voice fades, catching softly in her throat as a flush of embarrassment stains her cheeks, her fingers fidgeting anxiously with the parchment she still clutches in her other hand. "My—uh, boyfriend didn't exactly see it that way, though." Flora laughs, the sound brittle and a little forced, gaze dropping to the folded away parchment, suddenly self-conscious. "Once he found out, he left. Like, completely, I think. Even though I wrote him and told him I had it handled, that it'd be fine." She bites her lip, shoulders rising in a helpless shrug as her voice lowers, quiet and uncertain. "Jack said he couldn't trust me anymore. That I'd turned Torchline into a prison, and he didn't feel safe with me anymore."
She exhales shakily, daring to glance up at Kaisel again, her eyes holding a fragile, wounded question as she searches his face for some sign of understanding—or maybe validation that she wasn't as horrible as Jack's words had made her feel. "So... yeah. Not my best week."
Her voice fades, catching softly in her throat as a flush of embarrassment stains her cheeks, her fingers fidgeting anxiously with the parchment she still clutches in her other hand. "My—uh, boyfriend didn't exactly see it that way, though." Flora laughs, the sound brittle and a little forced, gaze dropping to the folded away parchment, suddenly self-conscious. "Once he found out, he left. Like, completely, I think. Even though I wrote him and told him I had it handled, that it'd be fine." She bites her lip, shoulders rising in a helpless shrug as her voice lowers, quiet and uncertain. "Jack said he couldn't trust me anymore. That I'd turned Torchline into a prison, and he didn't feel safe with me anymore."
She exhales shakily, daring to glance up at Kaisel again, her eyes holding a fragile, wounded question as she searches his face for some sign of understanding—or maybe validation that she wasn't as horrible as Jack's words had made her feel. "So... yeah. Not my best week."
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
