She's like a flower.
Like a twisted, color changing flower.
She has eyes that I seem to get lost in every now and then. When she isn't mad, I glance at her from time to time. I try to make her happy as much as I could, even though I fail more than half of the time. Sure, she's quite moody, but that's what I love about her.
Wolfwood says I'm out of my mind, going for a girl like her. But I know he has a thing for Milly, so I respect his taste.
I adjusted my glasses and smiled to myself, she was jabbering about being me being an idiot. Wolfwood was smoking and Milly was making a speech about how bad it was for him. If we would stay this way, I'd be happy.
"Vash?! Vash! Are you listening to me? For the love of God, Vash!"
I sprang to my feet and nodded, "Y-yes!"
She was a flower. A flower that always bloomed, and somehow, she'd never wilt.
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