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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫, 𝐰...
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❝ FOR SHE WHO MAKES FLOWERS FLY. ❞
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Y/n L/n now belonging to an unknown species struggles to find the fine line between her human descent and her animal-like tendencies. The balance between herself becomes an end-all for her.
With split identities, she worries that one will devour the other, leaving her with nothing to return home with. It suddenly now becomes the question of whether she had accidentally changed her fate by leaving home, therefore ruining her chances of falling in love or being loved.
When a helpless romantic loses hope, who knows just what chaos is about to ensue. Especially when she is on the borderline of humanity and deity.
Fate will bring many coincidences. If it just so happens that she thinks of herself negatively, there is always someone (everyone) out there who just can't help but fall helplessly in love with a girl who has yet to know her worth.
Love doesn't exist in a prison.
But so she still prays for another chance.
And another chance she will have.
"To my future dearest. . ." she says quietly while gracefully dousing the tip of her pen in ink, "Come quickly before my demise. I beg of you."
