Description
Imagine a world where you're connected to another person. One special person is your soulmate. When you hurt, they hurt. When blood spills from their skin, petals bloom from yours. Grian is sure his soulmate is very clumsy. Every single day, its something new. A rose on his arm, baby's breath on his hand, tiny buttercups on his cheek... But Grian is also sore. For nearly five years of his teen life, he had dealt with constant vines and petals in his chest, throat, and nose. Even with them dying down a fair amount after he turned 18, he still wakes up heaving for his breath and some days he swears if he were to cut open his legs, he'd find petals under the skin. It hurts for him to walk on those days. He just never thought of how bad it must then be for his soulmate. If he was struggling to walk because of vines in his joints, how much pain must his soulmate then be in?
Realization
