do not assume that i am a child because i wear flower wreaths in my hair. in the wintertime, their petals shrivel to reveal the obsidian bones of a crown underneath.
seemed STRANGE to even hear her name shouted within the confines of angel grove . ( especially after spending the last YEAR as nothing more than a ghost , nobody even knowing she was there . ) ❝ yeah —– ❞ a pause , brow quirked in the direction of the other as locks fell over features , tongue darting out to SOAK dried lips . ❝ a party ? & you’re inviting … me ? SORRY for being a bit confused since you’ve never really taken a second glance at me before . ❞
there were many reactions she had prepared herself for ,&this one she never truly covered , yet fully expected . she couldn’t deny the girl’s words , for they rang true — rosie never spared her a seconds glance in the year she’s been here , never spoke a word to her or even raised a delicate hand in greeting ; though ,none of which had any malevolent intent laced .❛well ,yeah !——❜she was building bridges now / or at least attempting to .❛ ——& that was my fault , but i’m hoping we can start over ?❜
