Contained and Released

The Guessing To Understanding

Flora sat there tapping her fingers on the 2nd empty cup she had drunk, just so the remnants of the warm that was once there, would seep into her and take away the coldness Taine showed her. 

She would mockingly laugh at the thought - he wasn't even there to show her anything, but she felt like she would be a fool to come if she did that. It was just a feeling and she didn't like that omniscient one she accompanied almost all the time. 

The frown lines between her forehead caused her concealer to come together in one place, she saw on her phone to check her appearance. Well, she was actually just looking at her face to estimate how many people she could scare off as of her sulking potentially angry face. She used her fingers to smooth out the line of concealer she had made on her forehead. On any other day, she wouldn't have cared but she could run into him and she didn't want her 'potential'old mood to show. However, the hope that she would see Taine was pitiful.

She decided it was time to leave the cafe, it wasn't really worth staying there anymore. As of being stood up. It hadn't really happened before because everyone else usually just made plans with her so wherever she went, it was a standard thing that the 'organiser' would be there before her. 

A benefit of being so well known and supposedly adored - for nothing but her kindness.  Being kind didn't show and true personality traits at all. It didn't show her individuality - her difference to the rest of the different normal people. It was an inconvenience. And, she wished she was more than just mistakenly there or apparent in people life. She wanted to be more. 

She wasn't going to try and be something if there isn't anything to try and be for someone in the first place.

She didn't want to fill someone's empty space because more often than not, the person with the empty space doesn't know what they want to fill it with.

She didn't want to be a test drive.

She wanted to walk into someone's life and transform their gravestones and relish them with flowers, lasso the sun and share it with their involvement to make them see clearly. Once again.

This was one of her life's priorities. The thought just seems right. Everything about it was.

Eventually, she arrived at her dorm room and Chance was there surprisingly, looking through her notebook.

FLora's notebook. Where the thoughts were, where the songs embedded themselves and slept a lot more peacefully than she did.

"Erm Hi Chance, what are you doing with that?" She questioned with a tilt to her head. Her eyebrows raised a little bit which gave off an accusatory look.

As good as Flora was with keeping her emotions in check, inside she was about to burst. But you couldn't tell. It was practically impossible to know what was going on through her head unless she purposely showed you her feelings. The actual feelings though, not the ones that everyone sees - the practice, the perfected, the obvious. However Chance was one of the most different kinds of different normals you could ever get.

"Don't be angry now, you seemed off and I wanted to know why. You're not so typical so I couldn't just assume so easily here. But I still got nothing. half the time I can see right through you but right now I can't." Chance confessed. She seemed unbothered about being caught red-handed.

Flora was overall shocked, she had never heard Chance speak so many words in her life, even put together.

"So you're saying there is something wrong with me," Flora joked whilst leaning over from her seat on her bed and grabbed the notebook out of Chances hands.