She grabs an empty vase on her dining table and throws it across the room, and I feel a stab of pain, because I know that she’s the only one here who would ever think to put flowers on the table. She wants everyone to think she’s hardened and callous, but there’s still a girl in there who, no matter how much life throws at her, still tries to make her dark world just a little bit brighter with some goddamn flowers.
