SYNOPSIS
Minho was diagnosed with terminal ALS two years ago and is now simply waiting for time to take its course. He had accepted his inevitable death, and it had, after many lonely hours of contemplation, simply become a part of who he was. He was sick, he was broken, and he had made a home out of place made of death and illness. He replaced his childhood home with the four walls of a hospital room. He had suffered through more pain and grief in his seventeen years of life than most others had in a lifetime. He had spent months watching one after the other enter the hospital, young and rotting flowers like himself; watching them live, only to be left alone when they withered. He was alone. But he was alive. He thought it would be all he was- until he met a boy, with pretty eyes and stubborn sunlight for a smile, and learned the difference between life and living.
I'll Pick an Armful of Cosmos Flowers for You
COMING SOON...
Hello my loves, it's your favourite mentally ill angst author, back on her shit. To keep things eloquent, here is where we stand: IPAAOCFFY is here! My debut standalone novel which I intend to publish here on Wattpad. It is still in its editing stage, but I've set up this account and whatnot in preparation for the day I can start releasing the chapters. I also hope to have found more of a fanbase for this work by then, as I believe it deserves to find the right people.
I'm considering cross-publishing on AO3, as the initial rough draft was first published there as well. In any case, nothing is set in stone.
Currently, this work is not my primary focus, as I am working on multiple other projects as I wait for my beta readers to finish up. Whether or not I publish those here is uncertain.
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Teen FictionMinho was diagnosed with terminal ALS two years ago and is now simply waiting for time to take its course. He had accepted his inevitable death, and it had, after many lonely hours of contemplation, simply become a part of who he was. He was sick, h...