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"No. It's not."
She smirked. "Y'know, that one isn't too bad."
"Language of flowers?"
"If Matt is your age, he probably won't understand either."
"Just awful."
"Those are pretty," he commented. "Are some rarer than others or is it all the same?"
"Basically just 'completely' but emphasized."
"I'll kill you."
He frowned. "What's yours?"
Francis sighed, shaking his head slowly.
"Shush."
He looked up at the lavender then at her. "What's this?"
"..I'm taking her with me.."
His heartbeat quickened, and he watched their hands with intense curiosity. "Is.. Is this how you always feel?"
"Poppy, you're awful. Why do you do this to me? I have been good to you and you do this."
"I'm breaking up with you."
He hesitated, before taking it.
He glared at her. "Because I told her how I just said that I liked you when we first started dating."
"Please stop this."
He cocked his head. "What it feels like?"
