& if you never bleed you're never gonna grow
Flora laughs, the sound a little hoarse but real all the same, like something shaken loose from under all the bruising. "Of course I want to know everything," she says, nudging Sohalia gently with her shoulder. "You think I’m gonna make you walk around with all that inside you without spilling any of it? Absolutely not. I’ll tell you if it gets to be too much, I promise."
She leans back on her hands, staring out over the water, the sun catching her curls and throwing gold around like it doesn’t know any better. "Yeah, it’s weird," she agrees, her voice drier now, wry. "But honestly? What isn’t these days?"
A pause, long enough for a breeze to stir the hem of her top and the edge of something softer in her chest. "Go on," she says, turning her gaze back to Sohalia with something that might just be a smile. "Tell me everything. When are you supposed to meet up again?"
She leans back on her hands, staring out over the water, the sun catching her curls and throwing gold around like it doesn’t know any better. "Yeah, it’s weird," she agrees, her voice drier now, wry. "But honestly? What isn’t these days?"
A pause, long enough for a breeze to stir the hem of her top and the edge of something softer in her chest. "Go on," she says, turning her gaze back to Sohalia with something that might just be a smile. "Tell me everything. When are you supposed to meet up again?"
