Description
"Why do you call me narcisse? I'm not that narcissistic, am I?" "No, but the flower Narcisse started creating itself on top of Narcissus' cold and lifeless body." "And?" "And it kept on branching out. The fact that it was on a dead and dried up place didn't stop it from growing. And it resembles you." • Harry is a half French 22 years old, who goes back to London to live with his rich father in hopes of becoming a writer. While Harry finds it difficult to find an idea for his new story he'll meet Louis on his way to the bakery where he works at. Louis happens to be the "flower boy" with an interesting life and coincidentally happens to live and work on the same street on Harry's bakery. So Harry takes that chance and tries to turn every single thought that goes through Louis' brain into beautiful metaphors and embellished words for his book. While Louis is the door to success and fame in Harry's eyes, Harry is a reason for Louis to start living again and chase after his dreams. • There's one rose, one dagger, and one love story that's been written in many different shapes and forms yet we never get bored of. Enjoy!
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