Ankyra Sound we'll live inside the dreams we left behind

This was crazy. It was madness. Firefly even looked a little mad as he reassured her that he did in fact think she was beautiful (because that's her only takeaway from all of this, so far). In spite of her wild fluttering of her heart as the older man confessed this to her, she was hesitant to follow. Probably because of the crazy vibe she was getting from him--a vibe that turned out, in the end, to not be strong enough to break the magnetic pull she felt towards him as he began to walk away.

Yami glanced over her shoulder as she began to follow, as though worried that they were going to get caught and dragged back to the grotto. Which was ridiculous because one, they wouldn't, and two, everyone was likely distracted by Rosalyn's new brats. That thought was enough to steele her resolve as she turned back to look at Firefly, picking up her pace to come alongside of him.

"Anywhere, huh?" she asked, feeling excitement begin to tingle in her toes and flood through her veins. Yami smiled, "Like where?" Her mind began to swim with thoughts of romantic destinations. Stargazing in wide open fields, lounging on sandy beaches, cuddling up close to each other on mountaintops to watch sunrises and sunsets. All that foolish girly shit she'd always dreamed of. And in every scenario, Tru showed up to see how she'd moved on and see how it was his turn to be humiliated.

Yeah, all that foolish girly shit.