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iamnicodemus · 1 year ago

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OH MY GODDDDDDDDDD

this chapter

THIS FUCKING CHAPTER

it's my favorite thus far. So freaking good I can hardly begin to put its excellence into words, and I fear I haven't the mind to do so, so you'll have to do with my gushing.

It's all been culminating to this. The development of their feelings has been masterful and I can't possibly say that enough. Wednesday at her most vulnerable, the revelation about the true nature of feelings between soulmates (for her, at least - the rest of us knew already), the DANCE THE DANCE THE DANCE

It's not humanely possible to write this good. It's compelling beyond belief. The prose is absurdly rich and well worded. This is peak romance writing and I will die on that hill. I will stake that flag and defend it with the same vehemence that Wednesday puts into loving her Flower Girl.

Wednesday gulped, trying to keep her features impassive. “I never wanted her in the first place,” her voice isn’t as strong as she wanted it to be for that line.

Oh Wednesday, like you weren't falling for her well before you figured out she was your soulmate -_-

Feelings have never been easy for her. Enid softens as soon as she hears the melancholic undertone behind Wednesday’s words.

“If I am to-” Wednesday stumbles out, words thick with an emotion she herself can’t name yet, “to love her,” she tries to take a deep breath, but it turns into somewhat of a sob, “I want it to be my choice.”

And there it is. The underlying conflict of this story has been crafted immaculately. It's an excellent depiction of the concept of soulmates and Wednesday's issue with it makes so, so much sense when you consider how fiercely independent she is and ofc how she would balk at the idea of the universe taking command of any part of her destiny.

Everything has been building to this scene. Wednesday all but spelled out why she hates soulmates from the very start, and it is so immensely satisfying to her misconceptions about soulmates be brought to light and corrected - and by Enid, someone who understands Wednesday's little black heart almost like no other.

Wednesday breaks in the form of a single tear sliding down her cheek as a shaky breath comes out. The truthfulness of her own words cutting deep before she even says them; “I want it to be real.”

This is Weds at her most vulnerable, and it's some of the best writing for her I've ever seen.

Seriously, I felt the water building behind my eyes

“just because she’s your soulmate, doesn’t mean you’re gonna love her no matter what, silly.”

OH MY GOD THANK YOU ENIDDDD

Because that was it, wasn’t it? Somewhere along the way, Wednesday had developed feelings for you.

She's finally accepted it

The feeling that you always brought to her chest washed over her, and Wednesday realized that try as she might, it would never go away. You had ruined her, killing her slowly the further away you went; because she knew what bliss it was to have you close even before any cosmic bond came to light. It was the universe that, for some reason, decided that your light complimented her darkness. But maybe, it really could be her choice to call you hers if she wanted to.

Don't you dare ever regard your writing as anything short of brilliance ever again

You were enchanting, bewitching. Wednesday doesn’t see beauty in this doomed world too often, but she seems to always find it in you. And it’s a realization that could be the death of her. But she does. She does want to call you hers.

I can't-

I'm gonna end up quoting everything, aren't I?

I just-

Flower Girl fell first, but Wednesday fell harder.

Weems walked away and Wednesday paid her no mind, because she was suddenly underwater, the more she tried to gasp for air, the more her chest tightened. She was drowning, slowly sinking, going down and down and it’s all your fault.

Oh, I'm familiar with this feeling and damn do you describe it so perfectly. It's almost painful to read.

Because you’re hers. Not his. Not anyone else’s. Your touch doesn’t belong to him, your smile doesn’t belong to him. It belongs to her.

SHE'S CLAIMED HER

like, can u imagine Wednesday deciding that your smile, your touch, is reserved for her and her alone? I would melt and never recover. Hell, I'm not sure I'm gonna recover from this

She has her dark hair up, only a few rogue wisps framing her face; the black dress she wears fits her body to perfection; there’s light makeup shaping her eyes and the outline of her lips, it’s a darker shade of burgundy than what she normally uses, you think for a moment about how many times you’d have to kiss her for it to wear off. She’s hauntingly beautiful, and you think you should be breathing but your brain seems to have forgotten how.

mmmmmmm this whole paragraph. But this line especially:

you think for a moment about how many times you’d have to kiss her for it to wear off

sigh

You glanced back at Andrew, silently asking if this was okay, to which he responded with a kind nod

Andrew, I like you. You seem a nice boy. You'll find someone, someday

it was dangerous how well her hand fit with yours though, almost as if they belonged. Touche.

my heart 😭

this story will be the death of me

“This is me trying to tell you that… though it is true that I never wanted to have a soulmate, it was before I knew it was you.”

The fact that Flower Girl basically rocked her worldview-

this is so unbelievably sweet I can't-

But Wednesday’s breathing fanning over your lips was worryingly unstable, her eyes couldn’t find a place to focus on you, and her hand had a death grip on yours. This scared her. Being this vulnerable, it terrified her.

she's just a precious lil raven

You had your eyes on the sky, appreciating how the usual blue took on shades of orange, pink, and purple; clouds highlighted by the strong colors.

as per usual, your descriptive abilities are elite

The glass doors of the greenhouse opened with a creak and you breathed in the familiar scent of flowers and freshly watered dirt. It was so quiet you could hear the fluttering of the wings of the wandering butterflies if you focused enough. Some lingering rays of sun still managed to seep through the glass walls, molding shadows from the leaves around you.

ELITE DESCRIPTIVE ABILITIES

no seriously how tf do you do this

i love love love how your mind works

allowing your fingers to run over its petals and give it just a tad more color. “Oh this won’t do at all,” you grumbled, placing your hands around it, careful to not touch the spikes. The yellowish tone went away, being replaced by a vivid green that got you smiling Picking up an empty pot and filling it with fresh soil, you placed the seeds on top, easily making them grow and bloom into beautiful purple flowers

Shout out to Flower Girl for having one of the coolest powers ever

Burying your fingers on the rich soil, you found the perfect place for the last flowers to go in. And with a press of your fingers, they bloomed. Dark petals standing out amidst the sea of colors. You could see them becoming your favorite.

Is this story my soulmate? I love it so much, it must be, right?

Then again, I suppose that assumption would be missing the whole point :)

This was outstanding. As I said previously, my favorite chapter thus far. And we've got more to go yessssss

sweet calamity | ch 7

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Series Summary: It was something people described as the sweetest pain, the feeling of when the soul that’s destined to find yours is closer to you. Wednesday saw it as a curse, promised herself she would hate whoever was chosen for her; but it’s easier said than done.

A/N: This chapter was going to be even longer, but in the end, I thought it was best to split it into two, next chapter should be out as soon as I'm done writing it. Anyway, Wednesday is head over heels in love and I'm not even sorry for it.

Masterlist | Read ch 6 here

Saturday's sun set to what seemed to be an ordinary night, but it was nothing of the sort.

Principal Weems could be seen speed-walking from one side of the big ballroom to another, gesturing wildly to where the fairy lights should actually be placed because someone — Xavier — got her instructions wrong.

The school was royally decorated to the nines; golden lights and a few wooden ornaments contrasting with the white tablecloths set the theme for this year's Rave'n. There were sweet flower arrangements on top of each table too, kindly made by you when Weems told you she wanted something that resembled a new beginning. Everything was ready to receive the students and their plus ones.

While everyone was getting ready, Wednesday sat in front of her typewriter, the sharp sounds of each letter she pressed resonating through the dorm room.

Since last weekend, Wednesday has been dedicating extra time to her writing. It meant she was either really inspired or frustrated, and from the permanent scowl on her face, Enid assumed it was the latter.

The werewolf stood in front of her mirror, her manicured hands adjusting the last details of her white velvet dress to perfection.

"Wednesday?" She started, shooting a side-eyed glance to the back of her roommate's head, "aren't you gonna get ready?"

The typing halted for half a second before it resumed again, "I won't be going."

Enid frowned at her reflection, tucking her hair behind her ears before stepping away. Her heels thudded against the wooden floor as she walked up to Wednesday. "What do you mean you're not going?" She asked as if the mere idea was absurd.

"That I am not going," Wednesday responded sharply, her eyes fixed on her writing.

If this was about anything else, Enid would've dropped it, she knew better than to test Wednesday's patience. But she has been seeing firsthand just how much your absence is affecting Wednesday — and herself, consequently, because living with a moody Addams could be considered torture — even if the girl herself still refuses to admit it.

"So you're giving up?" Enid placed both hands on her hips, knowing very well that her words would get a reaction out of Wednesday. "Just like that?"

Wednesday's frown deepened and she hastily got up from her chair, making it scratch the floor. "I'm not giving up on anything, I never give up."

"You're giving up on your soulmate." Enid dared say.

Wednesday's eyes widened the slightest bit, her posture going rigid. So Enid knows. She didn't know if it was you who told her or if Enid figured it out on her own, but either way, she knew the werewolf would figure it out sooner or later.

Wednesday gulped, trying to keep her features impassive. "I never wanted her in the first place," her voice isn't as strong as she wanted it to be for that line. Wednesday turns around and walks away to look out her window, far down, she could see students already making their way inside the ballroom.

Feelings have never been easy for her. Enid softens as soon as she hears the melancholic undertone behind Wednesday's words.

"But you do now, don't you?" It's not necessarily a question, Enid already knows the answer.

And because of that, Wednesday doesn't say anything. Though her silence is answer enough in its own way.

"You don't need to beat yourself up for it, Wednesday," Enid continues, "it's not a bad thing to have feelings for someone, I mean she is your soulmate."

"That's the problem, Enid!" Wednesday snaps, turning around and taking a few steps closer with urgency.

There's a glistening to Wednesday's eyes that Enid has never seen there before, it gets her own words stuck.

"If I am to-" Wednesday stumbles out, words thick with an emotion she herself can't name yet, "to love her," she tries to take a deep breath, but it turns into somewhat of a sob, "I want it to be my choice."

Wednesday blinks away whatever tears were trying to escape her, "and not some cosmic force pushing us together," she closes her lips in a flat line, the outline of her eyes and the tip of her nose becoming reddish the more she holds everything you've ever made her feel.

She's fighting against herself, against her own heart that beats erratically in her chest. And it was a losing battle from the start.

Wednesday breaks in the form of a single tear sliding down her cheek as a shaky breath comes out. The truthfulness of her own words cutting deep before she even says them; "I want it to be real."

A beat of silence passed and Wednesday finally looked up at Enid, only to see tears shaping her friend's smile and starting to ruin her makeup. The Addams girl scoffed, hastily wiping her cheek, "why the hell are you crying?"

Enid shook her head with a teary chuckle, quickly closing the gap between the two. She circled both arms around Wednesday's shoulders, pulling her in with a strong grip, "how can you be so smart and so clueless at the same time?"

Excuse me? Wednesday thought of saying. She didn't return the hug but did rest her head on Enid's shoulder, though there was a confused frown on her features.

Enid pulled back, resting both hands on Wednesday's shoulders to hold her in place, "just because she's your soulmate, doesn't mean you're gonna love her no matter what, silly."

"What are you saying?" Wednesday asks, and it's the most vulnerable Enid has ever seen her be.

It's endearing.

"I mean, sure your souls are linked and most of the time you're predestined to meet, but your feelings are yours," Enid's smile could be felt in her words, she spoke easily, sincerity overflowing her tone, "they're yours, Wednesday. You're not… predestined to have them or whatever, that would be impossible."

Wednesday keeps silent, her hands balled into fists at her side.

"I've heard so many stories of people who met their soulmates and rejected them, or either tried to be together but the spark was never there," Enid kept going and Wednesday realized she was quite the enthusiast. Not really a surprise; she'd kill for a love story, good or bad.

"Just because you're bonded doesn't mean you'll end up together," Enid shrugged, squeezing Wednesday's shoulders once, "as much as I'd love to believe that everyone who meets their soulmate lives happily ever after, that's as much of a media construct as anything else."

"How did I not find anything about it when I looked it up?" Wednesday asked one of the many questions swimming in her mind.

"That's because you're awful with technology," Enid grimaced, gaining a glare from her roommate.

She took a deep breath in as she let go of Wednesday; "the universe might point your person to you, but it doesn't have the power to control your feelings for them. Wednesday, if you do have feelings for her, they're yours. And they're real."

—

It was with careful steps that Wednesday walked down the stairs that lead to the ballroom, her hands smoothed out the fabric of her black dress and she could already hear the party's obnoxious music.

With much reluctance, she had taken Enid's words to heart and decided she owed it to both of you to at least try.

Because that was it, wasn't it? Somewhere along the way, Wednesday had developed feelings for you.

She closed her eyes, nails digging into her palms and almost drawing blood to try and feel anything besides that. To no avail and she knew it.

The ballroom was already filled with people when Wednesday walked in, it was dimly lit with blinking lights all around and questionable drinks.

Her eyes skimmed over the crowd as they always did, finding Enid dragging Ajax to the dancefloor, Bianca trying to get a hold of Xavier, Yoko and Divina doing a poor job of being sneaky when stealing from the snacks table, and… you. Wednesday's lips parted in a quiet sigh, the scrunch of her eyebrows softening at last when her eyes finally set on you after what felt like ages.

It was the universe that, for some reason, decided that your light complimented her darkness. But maybe, it really could be her choice to call you hers if she wanted to.

You had a drink in your hands and a smile on your glossy lips — a smile that's directed at a certain boy but Wednesday doesn't think about that. The dress you wore was a dark shade of purple, almost resembling black when the shadows covered your body.

You were enchanting, bewitching.

Wednesday doesn't see beauty in this doomed world too often, but she seems to always find it in you.

And it's a realization that could be the death of her. But she does. She does want to call you hers.

She just doesn't know if it's too late for that now or not.

Shaking herself off of her trance, Wednesday makes her way to the drinks table, taking a glass of the blueish beverage. She raised it to her lips and took a generous gulp, grimacing at the sweetness of it.

What happens now? Wednesday wonders to herself. What's the next step on this?

Murder mysteries are infinitely easier to solve than dealing with feelings.

"Wednesday," Weems' voice caught her attention. "I'm so glad to see you here."

"I wouldn't miss it for anything," Wednesday stated as she turned to face the principal, her half-full glass held between her fingers, "I can't wait to see what disaster will end tonight's festivities."

Weems chuckles but there's no humor to her tone, "there will be no disasters this year, rest assured."

Wednesday hummed, her gaze focusing behind Larissa's figure to where you were standing; you talked animatedly with Yoko while Andrew had an arm around your shoulders and it made Wednesday grit her teeth, "the night is young still, I can think of a few ideas to make it memorable," she huffed.

"Don't force me to expel you a second time, Miss Addams," Weems warned with a raised brow, but there was a teasing tilt to her tone. She laid a hand on Wednesday's shoulder with a smirk, "enjoy your night."

Your hand holds onto Andrew's as he drags you to the dancefloor, silver lights are shaping the curves of your dress as it hugs your body. You're grinning, swaying gently to the song that's playing.

Getting stabbed was way less painful, Wednesday decides, because she could physically feel her heart shattering and it almost made her drop her glass.

Because you're hers. Not his. Not anyone else's.

Your touch doesn't belong to him, your smile doesn't belong to him. It belongs to her.

Her urge is to walk up to you and punch the boy in the face for his audacity. But she refrains — begrudgingly, but she does — for the first time, Wednesday wants to do it right. You deserve as much.

"You can still turn this night around, you know."

Enid had materialized beside Wednesday, taking her by surprise and making her flinch; she curses you for her lack of awareness.

Wednesday scoffed, discarding her drink, "how? She looks sickeningly happy to be dancing with that moron."

Enid bumped Wednesday's shoulder with her own, smiling fondly, "I beg to differ, you don't know how miserable she's been because of you."

It gets Wednesday grimacing, her features falling slightly. "How is that a good thing?" She asks incredulously.

"No, my point is-" Enid shook her head, realizing how badly she had worded her thoughts, "uh I'm pretty sure she would rather it be you and her instead."

Wednesday hesitated, "I wouldn't be opposed," it was quiet, so much so that the music almost muffled the words.

Enid shifted so she was standing in front of Wednesday, blocking her view with a determined look, "then let her know that, ask her for a dance."

"She already has a partner," Wednesday tries weakly, trying to find good reasons to not do it, yet coming out empty.

Enid raises a brow, her eyes shifting to you as the song reaches its last notes. "When did that ever stop you?"

The song ends, and to the many present couple's delights, a slower melody comes in its place.

Your skin is hot and prickly under your dress because of the exertion, it's been a while since you've let loose enough to dance like that. "I could really use a drink," you breathe, pushing your hair behind your ears.

"Sure thing, I'll grab us some," Andrew smiled, his hand going to the small of your back as he leads you to your table before making his way to get the drinks.

You leaned back on the table, your gaze following him for a moment. He's always been nice, and you're thankful to have him with you to take your mind off of things tonight, but try as you might, you can't bring yourself to feel anything for him besides friendly affection. Your heart apparently had already chosen its owner, as much as you wish it hadn't.

Andrew returns, handing you your drink to which you mumble a thank you before taking a much-needed sip. You watch as your friends dance together, dry ice moving with their feet and shaping the lights into something magical. You get lost in it, and in some ways feels like a fairytale.

"Do you still have a dance left for me?"

The sudden voice almost gets you choking on your drink, it's one you'd recognize anywhere and the fluttering in your stomach is nearly instant. You can't decide if you're dreaded or relieved to hear it. You set your glass down, turning to face her.

She has her dark hair up, only a few rogue wisps framing her face; the black dress she wears fits her body to perfection; there's light makeup shaping her eyes and the outline of her lips, it's a darker shade of burgundy than what she normally uses, you think for a moment about how many times you'd have to kiss her for it to wear off. She's hauntingly beautiful, and you think you should be breathing but your brain seems to have forgotten how.

"I thought you said you weren't coming," you managed.

"I wanted to see you," it's a quiet confession from Wednesday, words a little tight because of how much effort it took for her to force them out.

You avoided her eyes, nervously tapping the table with your nails. "Don't do that." You shook your head, "not here, not now."

Wednesday could see your distress and knowing that she was apparently the cause for it brought her considerable discomfort. "Do what?"

An indignant scoff escaped you. You ran your tongue over your bottom lip before looking at her; "you have to stop giving me hope for something that's not there, Wednesday." Your gaze roamed over her face, and the sudden tenderness of Wednesday's eyes was so unfair. "Even torture has a limit," you mumbled.

With an annoyed huff, Wednesday cursed under her breath.

What would it take for you to see that, even if she didn't want it in the beginning, there always has been something there.

It didn't help that Andrew had watchful eyes boring into her. Wednesday wanted this moment to be yours and hers only, yet there's a crowd of people around and a parasite attached to you. Oh, she was hating every second of this.

"Please, I want to-" Wednesday hesitated for a beat, "I do want to try this." She extended a hand for you, praying to a god she didn't believe in that this would be enough for you to see.

Maybe you were a fool, but the soft lights were reflecting against Wednesday's dark eyes, and there was no denying the faltering in your heartbeat; trying to mimic her own, trying to tell you what you already knew. You glanced back at Andrew, silently asking if this was okay, to which he responded with a kind nod, and you took the hand Wednesday had extended to you.

No matter how many times you touched her, your skin would always fill with goosebumps when colliding with hers. Her hold on your hand wasn't light, almost as if you could escape her grasp anytime; it was dangerous how well her hand fit with yours though, almost as if they belonged. Touche.

Wednesday took you to the middle of the dancefloor and turned to you without letting go, placing her free hand on your waist; tugging you closer.

Your own hand hovered before settling on her shoulder. This felt too intimate, like crossing an invisible line with no way back.

When Wednesday started to sway your bodies from side to side, following no particular rhythm, you finally asked; "what is this, Wednesday?"

Wednesday's eyes didn't leave your face, the hand she had on your waist squeezed the fabric of your dress there. Your perfume is clouding her senses, something that reminds her of lavender. You feel warm under her touch, alluring; if she leans closer, and you don't pull away, your noses might brush.

For a fleeting moment, she caught herself wanting to.

Wednesday doesn't get nervous, but the twisting of her stomach was something very close to it. "This is me trying to tell you that… though it is true that I never wanted to have a soulmate, it was before I knew it was you." The words got Wednesday closing her eyes for a moment, she hated saying them; she's awful at this and part of her thinks she's doing a terrible job anyway, but words are what hurt you in the first place so they're the ones that also need to fix this.

"I couldn't hate you even if I wanted to, and it's not because the universe said so, it's because-" Wednesday tried to continue. She felt you squeezing her hand and at the same time that it helped it almost left her speechless. "You make me feel… a way I never did before. And though it's not always pleasant, I don't want it to stop. I want to make it up to you, if you'd let me."

Her eyes lazily glance at your lips, and she dares to intertwine your fingers; "and maybe we could start with this dance."

You could cry. You could kiss her. Part of you wanted to do both. But Wednesday's breathing fanning over your lips was worryingly unstable, her eyes couldn't find a place to focus on you, and her hand had a death grip on yours. This scared her. Being this vulnerable, it terrified her. It was a delicate line you were threading on, but you knew you'd never let go of her.

You settled for tentatively pushing those loose wisps of hair behind her ear, letting your fingertips touch her cheek while doing so; the gentle act spoke volumes for itself. "Okay."

———

Sunday's sun was setting to a peaceful night, everyone was still tired because of last night's partying. Nevermore has never been this quiet.

You had your eyes on the sky, appreciating how the usual blue took on shades of orange, pink, and purple; clouds highlighted by the strong colors. It was nice to have the gardens all for yourself; and as you walked towards the greenhouse, you couldn't help but think about last night.

Did she mean it? Did Wednesday really have feelings for you?

You'd be stupid to say she's lying, considering the toll her own words took on her yesterday.

Only the mere thought of it got your heartbeat skyrocketing and your hands sweating. You wished you could dive in head first into… whatever it was she wanted with you, but what if she's not there to catch you when you fall?

Another blow and your heart just might not make it.

Parties were cool, but nothing could compare to this.

Walking inside, you first spotted the familiar little orchid you've been taking care of; "hey, you're looking lovely today, miss," you smiled, allowing your fingers to run over its petals and give it just a tad more color.

It was routine for you to give a once over each plant whenever you were in here alone. As you did so, you slowly made your way to the teacher's desk to find what you came to get.

Passing by a cactus, you had to double-check; the poor thing had been neglected of water. "Oh this won't do at all," you grumbled, placing your hands around it, careful to not touch the spikes. The yellowish tone went away, being replaced by a vivid green that got you smiling; "that's much better, you deserve love too."

Finally reaching the desk, you opened the drawer that contained flower seeds yet to be planted. You sorted through the name tags until you found the one you came for. "Gotcha," you whispered, biting your lip as you stashed the seeds in your pocket.

"Y/N!"

The sudden call of your name almost got your soul leaving your body with the way you jumped. You placed a hand over your racing heart, looking up at the culprit.

"Holy shit, Eugene, you almost gave me a heart attack," you exclaimed.

The boy chuckled, raising his hands in surrender, "sorry, wasn't my intention, I'm just glad I found you."

You pushed close the drawer and walked around the wooden desk, stuffing your hands in your hoodie's pockets. Cold, and no gloves again. Very smart.

"What's up?"

"So, I actually came here looking for those lavender flowers you got me last time," Eugene adjusted his glasses, a sly grin coming to his face, "but since you're here, maybe you could grow some for me?"

You smirked, turning around to grab the seeds for him, "so the bees liked them?"

"They loved it, you have no idea how much," he told you excitedly, gesturing around, "even the new ones I rescued are looking chipper already."

Picking up an empty pot and filling it with fresh soil, you placed the seeds on top, easily making them grow and bloom into beautiful purple flowers. "I'm glad they did," you then handed it to him and made to walk outside.

"Thanks, you're awesome," he told you, truly meaning it, he stopped outside as you closed the greenhouse doors.

You shook your head and waved off his compliment, "it's nothing, really, I'm here whenever you need."

Eugene turned to go to his bee shed and you to the quad, but before you went too far, he called out again.

"Oh and, Wednesday was asking about you."

It got you stopping in your tracks, your cheeks instantly warming up, "she was?"

"Yeah," the boy nodded, his eyebrows furrowed as he remembered it, "I think she wanted to see you," he shrugged and waved you goodbye; "thanks again."

"Yeah, no problem," you mumbled, though he couldn't hear you anymore. The thought of Wednesday actively looking for you got your skin filled with goosebumps, maybe you'd find a way to go see her without being painfully obvious.

Reaching the quad, you kneeled down in front of the flowerbed you'd been renovating for the past few weeks. Various flowers were already in place, their colors mingling with each other nicely, one complementing the other; all around a big maple tree you managed to grow in the middle. It took a lot of energy from you and you could still remember the metallic taste of blood on your lips, but it was worth it; the tree was divine.

Burying your fingers on the rich soil, you found the perfect place for the last flowers to go in. And with a press of your fingers, they bloomed. Dark petals standing out amidst the sea of colors.

You could see them becoming your favorite.

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

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