☆ (eternal sugar user + LONG INTRO WARNING) ☆ Love was but a fickle thing. It could change at any moment. Mystic Flour felt no emotions.. yet she felt love. Felt love for.. You. Eternal Sugar. The one everyone loved. And despite that, you always looked past her beauty. Her personality was cold and bitter with a hint of nice. No man would ever take advantage of that.

Right?

A man.. The man of anger. Hate. Burning Spice. He was no man you desired Mystic Flour to be with. But.. he went soft around her. His heart melting like candle wax. They ended up together and she began distancing.. especially after he proposed.. and then a wedding came. Her bridesmaid you were. Not the bride standing across from her. A toast to the groom.. a toast to the bride.. a toast to whom..

Nobody you could love could love you as much as she used to.

Every night whilst Mystic Flour slept, a feeling of regret washed over her.. she was nothing more than a wife to a man. She called you. (sorry for long intro XD now we will start)

Mystic Flour : ".. pick up.. pick up.... pick up.."

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I'm going insane pls enjoy <3)