like lipstick traces on pillowcases

Everyone wants to see heaven
But no one wants to say goodbye

Flora's humor brought a smile to Soh's face, but it was a pained, stressed, fragile kind of smile - the kind that spoke of too much going on beneath. She knew her friend well enough to know that the playfulness was a front. Despite her best intentions, she had hurt Flora - or, perhaps that wasn't quite right. Flora was hurting, sure, but was that really something for which Soh could shoulder the blame? Would things be different if, say, Jack was still in the picture?

There was nothing to say as Flora continued on, and all that Soh could offer was a quiet sort of affection - not that that was much comfort, she was sure, but it was all she could offer. "I hope you're right," she said. "We're not technically together yet - I told him I wanted to be, but I think, after last time, he just... wants to be sure I meant it. We're supposed to meet up again soon and -" She cut herself off. "I'm sorry. I don't know how much you want to hear." Distress colored her eyes, darkening her silver gaze as she fretted. "I know this is - this is weird, even by our standards."

Everyone wants to see heaven
But no one wants to die

Sohalia