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SEND ME A “♪” AND I’LL SHUFFLE MY MP3PLAYER AND TELL YOU OUR SONG.

▲ Of the two of you, who is more mature, you or your muse?

Send me a floral question.

Carnation: If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer?

Ed Sheeran because I’ve been in love with his music all this week.

Heliconia: Do you like when it rains?

11PM 

Her nose scrunched at the strong stench of rust and waste surrounding the warehouse, black blouse rustling with the light winds and caramel hair tied back into a messy bun as she kept her eyes trained on every entry way and ventilation shaft.

She was not about to be taken by surprise.

Eve had very simple orders, fight the top assassin of her boss' rival company, kill him, bring his head back. It was a duel of sorts, she guessed, fingers itching the pull the trigger of the glinting silver pistol in her left hand. The night was suspiciously silent for a Saturday and Eve thought she could hear the blood rush through her body in anticipation and in a small sense of dread. She had never faced an assassin in head on combat,  not one with as impressive of a service record as herself at least.

12AM

Her watch ticked with the hour, but no sign of movement or her opponent except the distant blare of car horns and the occasional rustle outside. But Eve was on high alert, not letting her guard down for even the slightest moment.

Dear future me,

Please tell me it stops hurting....

                        Please tell me you found a reason to smile....

                                                                                                        A reason to live...

Yours,