April 15, 2010.
Helpless Grief
"This life isn't for everyone."
Fletcher Renn sighed as he stroked the hair of the weeping girl on his lap. Frankly, he had no idea what he was meant to do, and that scared him. She was a fighter, wasn't she? She shouldn't be so... Weak, he supposed. Maybe this life just wasn't for her.
One tear, filled with helpless grief.
A/N: For, as we all know, Fletcher likes her for her badassery and nothing else.
Sunshine and laughter and dead butterflies~
Sweethearted.