“I’m sorry. I’m sorry like people in movies are sorry when they’re standing out in the rain and have flowers and there’s music and stuff.” Roary came into view beside Rosalie, flicking his fingers so a storm cloud appeared above my head and rain started washing over me in a torrent. “Thanks, buddy,” I whispered and he scowled. Rosalie’s fingers twitched too and a bouquet of wildflowers grew in my hand. I grinned at her as she folded her arms, waiting for me to continue and Plunger started singing Kiss the Girl from The Little Mermaid behind me.
this is the cutest fucking thing ever
