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There really was nothing she could do to harm them unless she was hurt first. Thinking about this, Leo couldn’t help but feel concerned at the thought of someone hurting Flora. The thought of it being at his own hands nearly repulsed him. Though there was not a chance of it happening, his mind often lingered on the possibility these days. “If they think badly of you, then that is a reflection of them,” Leo replied, his voice weak. “People… tend to reflect not what they see it front of them, but what they project onto you. Which is not always true.” Yet sometimes it was, and painfully so. Flora had a way of getting to the weak parts of Leo, seeping through the cracks in his surface and finding the raw memories underneath. He was beginning to prepare himself for it now. But this was not about him. He shook away the familiarity of her questions and reached forward instead. It was awkward, hesitant and perhaps a little too small a gesture, but Leo patted the back of her hand nonetheless. 

“Sometimes, it may be better that those people walk away. They may do it because it’s the only thing they know how to do,” He paused, pulled his hand back briskly. “The only thing they’ve had happen to them. So they learn, and they- they repeat. Memory is a living breathing thing when it becomes part of you. Forgetting isn’t simple. Forgetting isn’t always a choice.” 

                ⊰ ✿ ⊱  — A flower was tentative yet scrutinized for a burden, result of a apocryphal ( much less favorable ) memory. Derelict in a CONFLICTED MIND. ; amendment couldn’t conclude. & silhouette outlined a body of fair skin, under the cover was a fire of voracious rage. ( because it was always ONE STEP forward but TWO STEPS back. ) ; Lies underneath the surface was demonic eyes, desultory sediments merely remainders of a hallucinatory world. (  Maybe she had hoped to find good. Alice in wonderland rather then frail hands attempting to lay a grasp on a falling world. )  A star crossed path caused her life to stumble, spiral out of control. Dismal in a monotonous world.  REPEAT & REPEAT ! Stormy winds pervading ; they kept her ensnared.  SURRENDER WHY DON’T YOU? ; It was consuming, splattered towards the elicits of her destruction. She was forever rotting & rotting & rotting away in the silence.

              ❛ It’s a shameful burden to let someone carry.  —  yet i will still take the torture if it’s the people i love whom turn their backs on me.  ❜ optics tired, embraced by warmth dictated by hate yet a melodious tone hoped to crease worry.  ❛ It lives & breathes inside of you whilst taking your life and energy.  ❜  She dotes for a second, orbs sad, watery.  ❛ does that make me stupid ? to care so much for those who care so little for me ?  ❜