A machine where your heart once was
Slowly takes the place of you
Slowly takes the place of you
Flora's laugh was bright and genuine, and Liam offered a rueful grin in response. "If you ever need a drinking buddy..." he offered, raising his glass to her in a playful salute. It was better than lecturing her on how his habits might have dulled the pain for a while, but never permanently. Besides, he'd managed to get his drinking (mostly) under control, these days. Not that he was going to offer up a line like time heals all wounds, either. Wounds like theirs left scars, and on the bad days, those scars still ached, no matter how much time had passed.
In any case, his mouth twitched with amusement as she suggested he could have ghosted her. "I could have," he agreed. "My wife used to say I never knew when to leave well enough alone. I guess I haven't changed all that much." He paused. "I just wanted to make sure we were still on good terms. I do like you, Flora. I'd like it if we could be friends." And friends, he seemed to imply, did not ghost one another after a briefly shared kiss gone awry.
In any case, his mouth twitched with amusement as she suggested he could have ghosted her. "I could have," he agreed. "My wife used to say I never knew when to leave well enough alone. I guess I haven't changed all that much." He paused. "I just wanted to make sure we were still on good terms. I do like you, Flora. I'd like it if we could be friends." And friends, he seemed to imply, did not ghost one another after a briefly shared kiss gone awry.
Only hold the memories now
Of a love I thought I knew
Of a love I thought I knew
Liam
