On Tue, Dec 1, 2015 at 12:49 PM Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: "Well... they came from you." she said as she looked at them. She picked up a pair of scissors from a desk and held the flowers over a trash can and just cut off the dirt and roots so they weren't weighed down, they looked better without it. "I love them because you got them for me.." she looked at him, "It means you were thinking of me and wanting to get me flowers... and that makes them beautiful." she loved him because despite everything, he did love her.
On Tue, Dec 1, 2015 at 9:43 AM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "They're ugly now. How could you love them?" That was a true statement to himself as well. He'd treated her badly (and it wasn't the first time), he was ugly from the inside even if the pretty package was beautiful. It was deceiving. How could she love something so ugly? So, he may have been asking about the flowers, but deep down Greed was asking about himself.
On Mon, Nov 30, 2015 at 7:38 PM, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: "That's not true..." she said softly and graciously took the wilting daisies, dirt and roots and all and smiled at them like he'd handed her a boquet of expensive roses. he had a lot to give her, he'd given her quite a bit more than just flowers. "I love them." she said and she was sincere, it didn't matter the flowers were pathetic, she knew the thought behind them was what counted and she loved him to bits for it.
On Mon, Nov 30, 2015 at 4:35 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: "Now I have nothing to give you." he looked at his floppy daisies. It was a gift that was nothing more than trash, but her still thought they were pretty. He handed them to Her anyway.
On Monday, November 30, 2015, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She looked at the pitiful daisies and smiled softly as he wiped her cheeks, "They're just a little.. droopy. But very beautiful." she didn't mention that he probably killed them when he yanked them out of whereever they were growing but she didn't take them especially since he called the flowers his.
On Mon, Nov 30, 2015 at 3:09 PM, Lauren Christensen <prettykozi@gmail.com>wrote: "i think you killed my flowers." he sauce with a pout. There were a few that had survived, but not many. He wiped the tears off her cheek. He didn't have a voice either, but he apologized again with his eyes.
On Monday, November 30, 2015, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She looked in his eyes, her own wet and she sniffled a bit so she wouldn't get a drippy nose. She'd missed looking in his eyes, his crooked nose, his fat bottom lip and his gorgeous lashes. Her hands slid from his neck to settle on his chest, really just happy he was here. She wanted to say something.. anything.. but she still couldn't find her voice.
On Mon, Nov 30, 2015 at 2:50 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: Greed tried not to cry but the longer he held her, the more his anxiety flared. Eventually he pulled away so he could see her face. Both of them lookeda wreck.
On Monday, November 30, 2015, Lucky L. <neverluckymore@gmail.com> wrote: She closed her eyes tightly shut as he apologized again. And again. She couldn't hold back the tears that were swimming in her eyes and coating her lashes tho she was trying. Getting an apology out of him was like getting blood from a stone, but for him to be truly so sorry.. it meant that everything had been as scary and as fucked up as she'd thought it was. She couldn't say she or it was okay.. she was too... it was all too much. All she could do right now was not let him go.
On Mon, Nov 30, 2015 at 1:56 PM, Lauren Christensen<prettykozi@gmail.com> wrote: He said it again. He apologized as if there was still some guilt crushing him. She hadn't said she was okay yet, and he wanted to hear her voice. So, just like his shower of kisses he showered her with apologies.He felt so emotional that he was going to break.