flora
As Jack steals the glass, Flora tugs at the sheets the way he had before, fingers worrying the fabric. "Your telepathy's...as helpful as it is impossible sometimes," she admits with a soft sigh, her eyes fixed on the blanket, not doubting for one second that he likely felt the same about it. "And I know it’s unfair, but...sometimes it feels like because you know what I'm thinking—when you don’t listen, it’s like ignoring something I’ve said out loud." She bites the inside of her cheek, guilt pressing against honesty, but she keeps going. There's no specific moment she has in mind, just the overwhelming feeling of the tables always being tilted in Jack's favour. "Like, when you know my feelings are hurt, or you feel me not wanting you to go and you go anyway—" She falters, breath catching. "With anyone else, none of those things would count, but with you...it's like it cuts so much deeper."
It hits her then, how much sharper every fight feels, how much heavier every joy, like she’s been rewired to live at extremes in his orbit. She shakes her head, helpless. "I know it isn’t fair," she murmurs, voice thinner now. "But even if I try to say everything out loud, it won’t change the fact that you already have the rest of it."
His question about where home is lingers heavily in a way that'll have her aqua eyes snapping to him. She nods slowly, but her throat tightens. "That's...a good point. Maybe I just mean there’s a difference between cooling off and disappearing," she says, fingers knotting in the sheets. She hates that this is one of those times she can’t just let him read her and spare her the ache of speaking. But she forces the words out, however raw and terrible it feels to give voice to her insecurities. "After before…I'd take a thousand fights with you than how it felt when you just left."
It hits her then, how much sharper every fight feels, how much heavier every joy, like she’s been rewired to live at extremes in his orbit. She shakes her head, helpless. "I know it isn’t fair," she murmurs, voice thinner now. "But even if I try to say everything out loud, it won’t change the fact that you already have the rest of it."
His question about where home is lingers heavily in a way that'll have her aqua eyes snapping to him. She nods slowly, but her throat tightens. "That's...a good point. Maybe I just mean there’s a difference between cooling off and disappearing," she says, fingers knotting in the sheets. She hates that this is one of those times she can’t just let him read her and spare her the ache of speaking. But she forces the words out, however raw and terrible it feels to give voice to her insecurities. "After before…I'd take a thousand fights with you than how it felt when you just left."
you're under the feeling like teenagers in cars
it ain't robbing or stealing if the moment is ours
it ain't robbing or stealing if the moment is ours
