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❝Why do I always end up destroying everything I've ever loved?❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#EE3B3B ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #FFCCCC】
|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#EE3B3B ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #FFCCCC】
|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||
Echo was relived. She was not sure why she had been holding her breath, waiting to hear Flo's reaction, but Echo released everything she had been holding in, tearing up as she often did these days. Flo wanted her to get better? But what if Echo left Norway and Flo had to stay here? The little demon hugged herself, "O-o-okay," Echo nodded, glad that her closest friend wanted to help her. Or at least try to, "I-I w-w-wan-want y-o-you to c-come to-too." Echo said quietly, but she knew that Flourspar's condition was a bit more complex than Echo's. Echo, after all, was not trapped inside of her own mind and body. Even if she couldn't look anyone in the eye, touch food, or speak without stuttering, she could still interact, somewhat with the world around her.
Echo nodded, Flo had told her before about Anya. Echo was glad that Flo did not have to be all alone in there, since Echo could not be with her all the time. "N-n-no, I-I've ne-never se-seen her." Echo fidgeted with her hands, she could still feel her legs of course, but with the severe muscle atrophy they were no more than dead weight. It was clear that Flo was struggling with something and in that moment, it became apparent that Flo too, as much as she pretended to be, was not okay. Echo's expression fell, just a bit. They were broken, the two of them. It was like looking in a glass mirror that had been dropped, shattered fragments in a barely held together frame.
"I-it-it'll b-b-be ok-okay," Echo was beginning to cry again. She looked down at her lap, her hands no longer fidgeting, but balling into fists in her lap. "Y-yo-you-you'll b-b-boun-bounce ba-back." Echo whispered, her voice hoarse. "I-I th-thin-think w-we sh-should a-ask El-Elliot f-f-for he-help." He was really nice, even if Oliver was always scowling at them. Echo had the distinct sense that Oliver did not enjoy working for Elliot and was only there because he was a forced contract. The demon shook her head, wishing that she was brave enough to reach out and touch Flo's arm, to try to reassure her friend that everything would be okay.
The demon stiffened, then shook her head once more. "N-no," Echo whispered softly. She remembered her past life of course, ever since the surgery. She remembered what past Echo had done. Flo had not wanted her, Flo was nearly a demon herself. In that mindset, Echo had not understood what was wrong with her, only that Flo had rejected her. She had thought herself to be useless and tried to scale the fence to freedom. "I-I did-didn't me-mean t-t-to d-do th-that." Echo had never gotten to explain her intentions, as she had died shortly afterwards and was reborn as Nova. "I-I wa-was tr-try-trying t-t-to es-escape. N-not di-die."