Sleepycici
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The flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow dies;
All that we wish to stay
Tempts and then flies.-Percy Shelley
He looks puzzled for a moment, like he didn’t expect you to be upset with him. “Which part of this has been unsatisfactory? I’ve done damn near everything for you.”
"Do you love me now?" you ask him, bordering on hysteria, leaning against the balcony railing. Dressrosa unfolds below, bright and bustling with activity. If only it knew how large of a shadow was cast over it.
Of course he does, Doflamingo says, ever congenial.
Liar. Your lungs are still heavy with flowers; you laugh, and the breath rattles slightly in your chest. “That part.”