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Szayel's Angel (always paranoid I've spelled this wrong even though I've checked a gazillion times) thank you, it's always nice to have new reviewers as well as my other buddies, I'm glad you're enjoying it and I hope you'll stick around :)
Same goes to Anastasia Dove, who I still can't believe actually reviewed this (I absolutely loved What Have You Done?! and Iridescent :D)
*hugs* AllTimeLol, it wasn't a bother haha :)
I think there is a five hour difference yeah Rosalia, but I'm not very good with my own time let alone other continents haha, and thanks for your reviews on the MF fic too! :3 x
Starstar you're adorable. Your debt is forgiven xD
Lolidge19 I shall check out your fanfics, it's about time I did some reading on here as well as writing :) (and reading irl haha, anyone else read Cloud Atlas? I'm thirty pages in and a little confused :L)
HOLD THY HORSES AYASUMI! There is a time and a place for violence, and that is a few chapters away ;) *not spoiler because might change haha*
Thelostcullengirl it's fine haha, and I will keep writing, it's fun ^.^
Triple C long time no see! Ahh I missed you buddy :3 Haha it's okay though, and, like I said to Ayasumi, there's always a possibility ;-)

Righteo, I'm off, got more writing to catch up on and things to read and homework to do (seriously when will I use trigonometry outside of school ever?)
Such fun, much love ~nellen :) xx

Clive lay in his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He shivered as the cool night breeze drifted in through the open window, tightening the blankets around his body.
He couldn't sleep, he just couldn't. He kept tossing and turning and thinking about what she had said, until the blankets lay in a heap on the floor and he had to reach them again, or they tangled around him so he couldn't breathe.
Breathing. He could hear it, and not just his own.
Flora was crying.

"Flora," he whispered, just loud enough for her to hear, "Flora it's me. Are you alright?"
"No."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
"Okay."

"Clive," Flora whispered, not long after their exchange, "Clive it's me. I was lying. I want to talk about it."
"Oh, sure," he replied, "what's wrong flower?"
He hadn't meant to say flower, but he was too sleepy to correct himself, and she didn't seem to mind.
"I keep thinking about what we said."
"Same here."
"I want to leave Mark but I'm scared."
"Call the police, I'll even go to the station with you. I promise you, they can help."
"They can't, he's a brilliant liar."
"Just... Talk to him... Tell him that it's not working, maybe he'll move on."
"Maybe."
"Flora, just be careful."
"I will."
"Good."
"Are you alright Clive?"
"No, I'm half left."
"Ha bloody ha. You know they say people who joke all the time are just trying to hide their fears and insecurities behind laughter."
"You know they're often right, these people. I am insecure. I am scared. But I do like laughing."
"I'd get up to hug you but I'm comfy and it's cold outside my bed. Give yourself a hug and I'll give myself a hug and we can pretend we're hugging each other."

Clive grinned, retracting his arms from the bars of the headboard he was playing with and wrapping them around himself.
"This is weird, also comforting, and I'm not sure how to feel."
"Same here," Flora smiled, hugging her knees to her chest, "this is fun. We should do these late night whispering self hugging things more often."

"I'd like that."

"Me too."