Who: Flora and Xolotl What: Talking, Lunch Where: Her apartment, then out! When: Today Rating: TBA
When she looked around the apartment, nothing much had changed. Not if you didn't look into her bedroom, and into the spare room. With those doors closed, there were still Trip's pretty sunbursts across her walls - bright colors and everything she'd loved in this place when it was just hers. Just. Hers. And even though she was the only one here, it didn't feel that way anymore.
Flora sighed and finished her tea, going into the kitchen to put the cup away. She felt so old - tired. But getting out with the people as Spring was in the air would do her a world of good, she knew it. And she had to talk to her son, her darling backward baby, because he had to understand - and somewhere inside she knew that he wouldn't. Wouldn't ever. But she had to try.