Of Flowers, Insects, and Us (LizQuen One-shot)
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  • Parts 1
  • Time 50m
Complete, First published Aug 19, 2017
"Have you any flowers in your yard with, uh, more positive meaning?"
"What specific meaning?"
"Something that says I'm doing well?"
"You will have to forgive me, but I am unable to think of any."
"Guess it's a sign."
"What is?"
"I'm not yet ready to let her go."

Today in I'm Sorry, LizQuen, we feature a story riddled with flower and insect trivia, text messages and mixed signals.

An alternate universe where Hope is an entomologist and Enrique is just the kind of man who would love to listen to her.

Word Count: 9.8K
Trigger warnings: insects(?), dung talk
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Completed Enrique She was a kid... a damn kid. I became her friend because my father asked me to befriend a girl 14 years younger than me, and I did. She hated my girlfriend, I swallowed the bitter medicine of her tantrums. She was nothing in my world until... She became my everything. My fucking damn WORLD. I will chase you, Rosa, you can't run from your predator. Estrella He was captivating... unreachable. And being the princess who got everything, I wanted him too. For myself, to be mine only. My father's best friend's son. I hated that he adored other girls and I was nothing but a mere kid in his eyes. He was my everything, my beautiful reason for love in this world until... He became nothing to me. The man from whose shadow, I will run. I must escape from you, Ricky. I want to have my freedom. A bond nurtured with tears... ...and raised with love.