"...because I can't stand smelling you die."
Ok, maybe he was girltarded. Or, at the least, he had recently become Sofia-tarded. Or Sofia-lexic, actually. With her, up was down, left was right, and he didn't know if he was coming or going anymore.
It was fitting she had wind powers, since holding on to her felt like holding on to a breeze. Not to mention she changed directions every second.
But he still loved her. And as much as it frustrated him and drove him nuts, he wouldn't have her be any other way. Only he had no idea how to get that point across to her.
He was out in the city today, trying to find the perfect gift for her. Given how confused he was about what she wanted, finding something seemed next to impossible. He was getting nowhere fast.
...He really should've dragged Cessily along.
He was going to leave, when a noise caught his attention.
It was fitting she had wind powers, since holding on to her felt like holding on to a breeze. Not to mention she changed directions every second.
But he still loved her. And as much as it frustrated him and drove him nuts, he wouldn't have her be any other way. Only he had no idea how to get that point across to her.
He was out in the city today, trying to find the perfect gift for her. Given how confused he was about what she wanted, finding something seemed next to impossible. He was getting nowhere fast.
...He really should've dragged Cessily along.
He was going to leave, when a noise caught his attention.