walk me home in the dead of night
"Uhm.." Flora's fingers rub distractedly at her cheeks, not wanting to cry lest it ruin her makeup. Still, the weight of another death was tugging at the tears forming behind her eyes. "We uhm...we met at one of those festival things." How long ago had it been? Gods it was so hard to remember. "He was really nice to me and we just...sort of hit it off. I came back to visit him a few times, and I guess I always thought that there would be more time."
Time for what? Friendship? Romance?
Yes.
Rubbing one hand up the side of her arm, the girl let her gaze fall to the surface of their table. It was far easier to look at the water-stains on the wood than to imagine Neron's handsome smile.
Time for what? Friendship? Romance?
Yes.
Rubbing one hand up the side of her arm, the girl let her gaze fall to the surface of their table. It was far easier to look at the water-stains on the wood than to imagine Neron's handsome smile.
