| Conflicted...

Lies down beside @LovingBuffoon and closes her eyes.

"Hi, @LovingBuffoon." Her tone was almost similar as the male's, if not softer. She moved her body so that her head was on —

— @LovingBuffoon's chest now; though her eyes remained closed. "I visited Rory again today. I had to replace the flowers every now and —

[@LovingBuffoon.] — then."

"Believe me, @LovingBuffoon. I'm the lucky one who had him as a brother. He was.... he was a real hero." Her tone had somewhat turned from —

[@LovingBuffoon.] — admiration to sadness real quick. It would've been easier if Rory had died of illness or something of the like, but —

[@LovingBuffoon.] — he didn't; and somehow, it was her fault. "You would've liked him. I can see the two of you getting along."

— All these conversations are the secrets that I keep. [@LovingBuffoon.]

— I saw a future with you.

— Wanted me to meet you halfway. [@LovingBuffoon.]

"Nope." She told @LovingBuffoon, popping the 'p' then laughing softly afterwards whilst she moved her face away in attempt to hide it. —

— Moments like these with @LovingBuffoon were the ones she appreciated, from sadness to laughter real quick. But even though her best —

[@LovingBuffoon.] — friend knew of Rory, he could never know what Rory had done that made Dana appreciate him so much and never get over —

[@LovingBuffoon.] — his death. Bernard could never know that it was /her/ fault that Rory's dead.

— I hug you like it's gonna be the last time, even if it's only the first. [@LovingBuffoon.]

— May we meet again. [@LovingBuffoon.]

— I wanna wake up next to you. [@LovingBuffoon.]

— My lifesaver. [@LovingBuffoon.]

— Mornings. [@LovingBuffoon.]