(had an idea for a story, really worked on it, ended up forgetting to work bomby into it. my bad)
Flower was beginning to feel unhappy again.
And that just didn't make sense; it didn't make sense at all. How could this be? *How*? She had a story and life that people would battle for (and they already have, in some cases). She was able to go from a completely unsalvageable, irredeemable monster that cared for little more than herself and immediately attacked anyone that didn't think of her as being the height of pure perfection, to a well-off, successful, *admired* star that finally got to win something for once in her life. She had friends that actually liked her, experiences that were well and truly unique, and a lifestyle that she could have only dreamt of all those years ago. Things were perfect. Things were great. Things were *beautiful*.
But at the same time, they weren't.
The Battle for Dream Island was the one thing she worked towards for so many years now; even as it rejected her time and time again, even as everyone explicitly stated how much they hated her, even as she was repeatedly removed from the equation, even as the universe itself did whatever it could to be rid of her, she withstood it all. She knew that it was her one and only chance to be respected, to be recognized. Winning that island meant *everything* to her, gradually taking over every single part of her life. Even as the island disappeared, the motives and drive for the competition went into flux, and it even stopped entirely for quite some time, she still held on. She still clung onto that little bit of hope. And she would end up changing entirely for that hope, becoming the exact opposite of what she once was, and eventually, *finally*, she'd have her big, crowning achievement: she was celebrated. She was revered. She was adored.
And then what?
She very quickly found out exactly what: people moved on. The competition finally ended, and everyone went ahead to pursue new adventures. The friends that celebrated her victory once upon a time gradually grew more distant as they had more things on their plate. The adrenaline and motivation from having finally gotten *something* done with her life gradually faded away, even as she strived to keep it going in order to get her business off the ground. But time, regrettably, just kept on passing. That peak just couldn't last forever. Things moved on from the now, and into the future. Then *that* became the now. A shell of what it once was.
And now, here Flower was, tiredly working away at her latest attempt at revolutionizing fashion, throwing *everything* at the wall and seeing nothing stick. All sorts of failed designs, each one several hours' worth, piled up high in the corners. No sounds but the ticking of the clock and the noises of the machines that helped her create. Her one and only passion became a chore. Something that was supposed to wake her up every day became what she wasted time in her bed for. The dream became a nightmare.
She decided to get up from her seat, wanting to be outdoors for at least a few minutes for today; she left her little workshop, exited her store... and found the moon high in the sky. Was it *that* late already? She was so, *so* tired, what she needed was a bit of photosynthesis, and yet even that was robbed from her. Good *grief*.
Whatever, it matters not; a flower that can bloom even in the harshest environments is one to truly admire, to be respected. She was gonna continue her work, even as the very world seemed to refuse. That's how she's always operated. She'd sit herself back down, do whatever she could to try and squeeze that last bit of energy out of her, and continue working on her latest and greatest work yet. *Surely* this was her magnum opus. Surely this was the one that they'd call beautiful. Surely
She barely even noticed in the first few minutes due to her exhaustion; only when there was a splotch of color where there shouldn't be did she finally bring everything to a halt.
