yeah I got heartbreak that I reminisce about
The noise of the party falls away behind her like a tide receding too quickly, leaving everything just a little too exposed in its wake, and Flora doesn’t slow as she slips into the hallway, her heels clicking sharply against the floor in a rhythm that feels far too loud for the quiet she’s stepped into. For a second it’s just space and shadow and the faint echo of laughter bleeding through the walls, and then she finds Soh, turned away, small in a way Flora has never once associated with her, and something in Flora’s chest tightens hard enough that it almost knocks the breath from her.
"Hey—" The word comes softer than anything she’s said all night, instinctively gentled, already reaching before she’s fully closed the distance, her hand catching Soh’s arm with a familiarity that doesn’t ask permission so much as assume it. She turns her gently, carefully, like handling something that might bruise if she’s not paying attention, and then she’s pulling her in, arms wrapping around her best friend without hesitation, sequins pressing cool against skin, gold rings brushing fabric as she tucks Sohalia in close. It isn’t graceful or measured, it’s immediate and just a little bit fierce, like she’s trying to gather her back into something whole again before the moment has a chance to fracture any further.
"I’ve got you," she murmurs, low and steady against her hair, the words slipping out without thought, her chin tipping down as she holds her there, one hand smoothing instinctively along her back in a slow, reassuring pass. The sharpness from moments ago hasn’t vanished so much as been redirected, folded inward into something protective and certain, her grip firm enough to mean it without ever feeling like a cage.
"Hey—" The word comes softer than anything she’s said all night, instinctively gentled, already reaching before she’s fully closed the distance, her hand catching Soh’s arm with a familiarity that doesn’t ask permission so much as assume it. She turns her gently, carefully, like handling something that might bruise if she’s not paying attention, and then she’s pulling her in, arms wrapping around her best friend without hesitation, sequins pressing cool against skin, gold rings brushing fabric as she tucks Sohalia in close. It isn’t graceful or measured, it’s immediate and just a little bit fierce, like she’s trying to gather her back into something whole again before the moment has a chance to fracture any further.
"I’ve got you," she murmurs, low and steady against her hair, the words slipping out without thought, her chin tipping down as she holds her there, one hand smoothing instinctively along her back in a slow, reassuring pass. The sharpness from moments ago hasn’t vanished so much as been redirected, folded inward into something protective and certain, her grip firm enough to mean it without ever feeling like a cage.
real big things I still gotta figure out
