yeah I got heartbreak that I reminisce about
Flora doesn’t loosen her hold when Soh tries to brush it off, not even a fraction, because she knows that tone, knows the way those words are meant to slip past her like something harmless when they’re anything but, and it’s only when that brittle little laugh breaks through that she pulls back just enough to see her properly. Her hands come up immediately, instinctively, thumbs sweeping under Sohalia’s eyes to catch the tears before they can drag through carefully done makeup, her touch gentle but efficient, having done this before and will do it again without hesitation.
"I had no idea she was such a bitch," she says, the words landing with a kind of blunt, unfiltered honesty that feels almost at odds with the careful way she’s still brushing away the dampness from Soh’s cheeks, her brows lifting slightly as if the conclusion is both obvious and deeply irritating.
It’s unfair, somewhere in the back of her mind she knows it is, knows there’s more to Colt than the sharp edges she just saw, but that thought doesn’t stick, not when the aftermath is standing right in front of her, not when Soh looks like this. "Literally, I thought she’d be like ‘oh, sorry, I didn’t even think of it like that,’ and then that would’ve been it," Flora continues, her tone sharpening despite herself, frustration threading through the words as her hands fall to Soh’s arms, grounding, anchoring. "But to double down and act like I didn’t deserve a heads up? And then try to twist it around like I’m just forcing everyone to stay around me?" She gives a small, incredulous shake of her head, curls shifting with the motion. “"When this was never about what anyone decides to do, it was about her not bothering to tell me in the first place."
Her jaw tightens, a flicker of that earlier fire returning as she exhales through her nose, shoulders drawing in slightly before she pushes the tension out again. "And you didn’t even lie to her," she adds, more quietly but no less firmly, her gaze searching Soh’s face like she’s piecing something back together. "You did think about it. That’s not lying, that’s..being a decent person who doesn’t want to shut someone down harshly." There’s a faint, bitter edge to her next breath. "Though I guess we’ve clearly seen Colt only thinks about herself, so no wonder she doesn’t get that."
The anger drains as quickly as it flared, leaving something softer, more tired in its wake, Flora’s shoulders sagging just a touch as her hands slip from Soh’s arms, lingering for a moment before dropping. Her voice, when she speaks again, is smaller, quieter, stripped of all the glitter and sharpness she’s been wielding like armour all night. "I really did think we were friends."
"I had no idea she was such a bitch," she says, the words landing with a kind of blunt, unfiltered honesty that feels almost at odds with the careful way she’s still brushing away the dampness from Soh’s cheeks, her brows lifting slightly as if the conclusion is both obvious and deeply irritating.
It’s unfair, somewhere in the back of her mind she knows it is, knows there’s more to Colt than the sharp edges she just saw, but that thought doesn’t stick, not when the aftermath is standing right in front of her, not when Soh looks like this. "Literally, I thought she’d be like ‘oh, sorry, I didn’t even think of it like that,’ and then that would’ve been it," Flora continues, her tone sharpening despite herself, frustration threading through the words as her hands fall to Soh’s arms, grounding, anchoring. "But to double down and act like I didn’t deserve a heads up? And then try to twist it around like I’m just forcing everyone to stay around me?" She gives a small, incredulous shake of her head, curls shifting with the motion. “"When this was never about what anyone decides to do, it was about her not bothering to tell me in the first place."
Her jaw tightens, a flicker of that earlier fire returning as she exhales through her nose, shoulders drawing in slightly before she pushes the tension out again. "And you didn’t even lie to her," she adds, more quietly but no less firmly, her gaze searching Soh’s face like she’s piecing something back together. "You did think about it. That’s not lying, that’s..being a decent person who doesn’t want to shut someone down harshly." There’s a faint, bitter edge to her next breath. "Though I guess we’ve clearly seen Colt only thinks about herself, so no wonder she doesn’t get that."
The anger drains as quickly as it flared, leaving something softer, more tired in its wake, Flora’s shoulders sagging just a touch as her hands slip from Soh’s arms, lingering for a moment before dropping. Her voice, when she speaks again, is smaller, quieter, stripped of all the glitter and sharpness she’s been wielding like armour all night. "I really did think we were friends."
real big things I still gotta figure out
