she is a FLOWER of a GIRL, the very center of her as sweet as anything in the meadow outside of town. her smile ( however rare ) could melt frozen lakes & her tears can water cacti. she is a QUIET & SHY blossom, most petals of her psyche hidden to all who behold. she is the flower in february, not fully closed & yet nowhere near open. she is but HALF BLOOMED, & fears for the day she becomes fully opened.
( indie oc / self-insert. written by annette. )