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Fleur, a 20 year old perfectionist, obsessed with over-planning every and each step of her life and will never let anything or anyone ruin her plans...literally.
What if out of nowhere, everything she built shatters down completely and she can't do anything about it.
All because of a certain man, for a certain reason.
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"You're such a flower
...My dear Fleur."
"Yes, Mother."

Flowers, what a weak beautiful thing.
Roses have spikes as a pathetic way to defend itself, but my petals are poison, let you smoke on them.
Fuck that.
Choke on them,
make you die from it.
Burn your soul til the last bit.
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**𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫**
𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.
𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫/𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫/𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

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