flora
Flora’s laugh comes quiet and hollow, the kind that curls at the corners of her mouth without ever reaching her eyes. "That’s honestly the worst part," she murmurs, her gaze dropping. "Not the scars, not the lingering pain—" Her voice softens to the edge of a sigh. "Is that no one can even hug me right now when that's what I want the most."
She doesn’t look at Sohalia when she says it, fingers tightening just a little where their hands are joined. "When Jack came by—" The name tastes like sae salt and regret. "—for our final-final breakup or whatever we’re calling it now...he couldn’t even hug me goodbye." Flora’s throat bobs with the swallow she tries to keep small. "And honestly, that almost felt worse than having to watch him leave again."
Her smile is brittle but sincere as she lifts her eyes again. "Ugh, I hate everything right now."
She doesn’t look at Sohalia when she says it, fingers tightening just a little where their hands are joined. "When Jack came by—" The name tastes like sae salt and regret. "—for our final-final breakup or whatever we’re calling it now...he couldn’t even hug me goodbye." Flora’s throat bobs with the swallow she tries to keep small. "And honestly, that almost felt worse than having to watch him leave again."
Her smile is brittle but sincere as she lifts her eyes again. "Ugh, I hate everything right now."
How can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
