flora
Had the courier just made a simple request, the girl might not have looked up at all. Call her rude if you wanted; Flora hardly cared anymore. Hearing her own name sparked something inside of her which had the girl turning tired and sunken ocean-blue eyes in Tal's direction. For a moment she hardly seemed to know him at all, or perhaps the muscles in her face which were meant to convey recognition had given up the ghost as much as the rest of her had.
"Hi." Flora whispered, the greeting coming across like a great effort. Tugging Enzo's sweater more tightly around herself, she gave the rather unremarkable square of concrete a final broken look before dusting off her knees and standing.
"Hi." Flora whispered, the greeting coming across like a great effort. Tugging Enzo's sweater more tightly around herself, she gave the rather unremarkable square of concrete a final broken look before dusting off her knees and standing.
Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness
'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea
'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea
