I knew the tales told to us as seedlings, as we lay in our beds, but I never thought they were real.
They would tell us how humans tore us up from the ground, bound us together, exchanged us, and then left us to our lingering deaths in a glass prison.
But now it seemed that those Valentine's Day tales were mostly fabrications. I was harvested true, but I was all alone as the young boy passed me to the young girl, and the look in her eyes, as she held me, was full of love. She told the boy that she'd keep me forever, and afterwards, when we were alone, she gently carried me and laid me down, my petals spread out.773Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy9YJYs9D0l
"You're so beautiful," she told me, before crushing me to death inside that book.
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