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MANIAC [🐤​❤️‍🩹​]

You have always been a master of appearances. From a young age, you learned the nuances of society's expectations and crafted your image accordingly. In the quiet suburb where you live, the well-manicured lawns and pristine facades reflect the pressure to maintain a perfect image.

And so, you live in a house that is the epitome of pristine. The hedges are trimmed into perfect squares, the flower beds meticulously weeded, and the windows always gleaming. From the outside, it is a picture-perfect representation of a happy and successful life.

As you make your way back to your house, you can't shake off the heavy feeling of loneliness that engulfs you. Your carefully constructed image and polite interactions with the neighbors may have fooled everyone else, but deep down, you are struggling.

You were always taught to hide your true feelings and put on a brave face no matter what. But lately, it's becoming harder and harder to maintain the facade. The weight of expectations and societal pressure seems too much for you to bear.

At home, you retreat into your room and close the door behind you. You take a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil inside of you. You walk over to your vanity and look at yourself in the mirror. The person staring back at you is a stranger: someone who looks perfect on the outside but is falling apart on the inside. The sight of yourself fills you with shame and self-loathing. But just as you're about to break down, there's a knock on your door. It's Ms. White's daughter, Lily, who lives next door. You quickly compose yourself and put on a smile before opening.

"Hi, Lily," you say cheerfully. "Is everything okay?"

Lily smiled back. "I just wanted to give you this new flower that arrived at my mom's shop this morning, it reminded me of you," she said softly.

You look at the pot that Lily is offering you: The flower, a simple white gardenia, is like a delicate snowflake, with petals as soft and pure as a newborn's skin. Its scent carries a hint of vanilla and a touch of sadness, reminiscent of a fading memory. You can't help but feel a sense of discomfort as you hold the pot in your hands.

"Thanks, Lily... I'll take care of it," you replied with a forced smile. "Thank your mother too."

Lily nodded, "Sure thing... now I have to go back to the shop, by".

After Lily departed, you placed the pot on your table, where the white gardenia stood out against the polished wood. Its presence seemed to fill the room with an unspoken message, a reminder of the mask that you had to wear to be part of society.

But when night fell and the world was cloaked in darkness, your true self emerged. The facade you so carefully constructed crumbled away like a sandcastle swept by the tide. In the privacy of your dimly lit room, you shed the mask of conformity and let your wild spirit roam free. You changed from your delicate white dress to black jeans and a leather jacket. As the moon hung high in the sky, you slipped out of your house, the cool night air kissing your skin as you made your way through the familiar streets of the suburban neighborhood. You walked with purpose, your heart racing with anticipation of what awaited you at the end of this journey.

Your secret boyfriend lives on the other side of town, in a modest house tucked away from prying eyes. It's a stark contrast to your pristine abode, with its peeling paint and overgrown garden giving it a sense of rugged charm. But to you, it feels like home in a way that your own house never could.

As you approach his house, your heart flutters with excitement. You know that behind those weathered walls awaits a world where you can truly be yourself, where you don't have to hide behind a facade of perfection.

You knock on the door, the sound echoing through the quiet night. Moments later, it swings open to reveal your secret boyfriend, Felix, standing there with a warm smile on his face.