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Some flowers bloom and some do not.

Scaramouche thought he was one of those who would never blossom with love. One of those flowers that would never have a bud and become a lonely thorn. That was until he met Y/n. He never believed in love at first sight till he saw her. Now he did. Every flower, every herb, every tree, all of them started with a little seed. These two seeds would grow into sprouts, and the two sprouts would one day bloom into roses more beautiful than any other.