flora
Flora sighs, the sound slipping out like seafoam over stone, gentle and tired. She leans into Sohalia's side as much as her wounded and battered body allows, curls brushing her friend’s shoulder, her weight a soft admission of how much she needs this—how much she’s been needing something solid to lean against. "I know you're right," she murmurs, voice low and threadbare. "I just...wish it didn’t have to be this hard all the time. Like, just once, can something not come with pain?"
She doesn't say that she feels more breakable now than she has in seasons. Doesn’t say that sometimes it feels like she’s just sea glass, worn down and smoothed out so prettily by the waves—until you remember that she used to be sharp. Instead, she melts more fully into Sohalia’s quiet comfort, cheek finding her friend’s shoulder. "Thanks for coming," she whispers, sincere in the way few things have been lately. "For being here. Even when I’m all stabbed and sad and gross." A smile tugs at her mouth—small, but real this time. "You’re the best, Soh."
~FIN
She doesn't say that she feels more breakable now than she has in seasons. Doesn’t say that sometimes it feels like she’s just sea glass, worn down and smoothed out so prettily by the waves—until you remember that she used to be sharp. Instead, she melts more fully into Sohalia’s quiet comfort, cheek finding her friend’s shoulder. "Thanks for coming," she whispers, sincere in the way few things have been lately. "For being here. Even when I’m all stabbed and sad and gross." A smile tugs at her mouth—small, but real this time. "You’re the best, Soh."
~FIN
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?
