The Darkest Of Colours

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Flowers
Hello to you and im really happy you're reading this but you know what im even happier about ?? My friends in the hospital made me a flower crown today and it smelled so good and not only that, it looked good too. So smile because flowers.

Louis shuts the journal and crashes on his bed, closing his eyes he thinks about the last time someone made him a flower crown or gave him a flower. Right, never. He thinks he's going to make one for himself later today and love himself like always. He's always been the one to admire things more than humans, and to be fair it wasn't his fault that no one he has yet met deserved his heart put out on a sleeve. Flowers have always been one of the things he has admired the most. He preferes nature over anything else. He loves the way his small and delicate hands feel, when touching the soft and colourful petals. He loves the way he can hate everything and anything but never the scent of fresh Lilies.