It took energy and time. But after nearly two months, I was successful.
When the flowers were nearly bloomed, I looked at them with overwhelming emotion. I felt joy knowing that I can help the mysterious girl.
But there was also sorrow. The beautiful flowers consumed my life- gave me purpose.
Maybe I'll still have purpose as I grow more to give to the girl. Maybe I can have the courage to face her.
But that thought was burned to ash as I looked at my reflection. So ugly and pathetic.
How can I give the flowers to her like this? I really never got this far.
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La Città Di Smeraldo//k.nj✔️
FanfictionIt's my fate, Don't smile to me, Lie to me, Because I can't get closer to you, There's no name you can call me.
