Oh Flora

Living a life where you're identity as a myth, a mystery, and a legend? Living with crazy best friends, romance, and under the scrutiny of society. Do I have to save the world? or this world need anymore saving? How many more angels do I have to kill? For Flora, She doesn't know. She really doesn't. She is just going day by day like an average person would do. But what's so typical when your occupation is killing, and your identity is a story parents tell to discipline their children. -He kissed Flora's cheek then put his hand on her waist. Flora knew he's just doing it for fun. But she played along with it and giggled. Then, she leans in and whispers to Nathan's ear. "Hands off, or I'll mince your balls."