can't get you out of my veins

she is sitting in their cafe, where they have spent countless sun-kissed days together, people-watching and planning golden futures. now, the heat of the city feels heavy around her and the constant clack-clack-clack of hurried footsteps falling on the cobbled pavement is deafening. / or, they can never be, but they can also never escape each other. Pansy/Astoria