You are quite like a wilted flower,
neglected,
dried out,
and crumbled into pieces.
But, why did you still catch my attention with that beyond-belief beauty of yours?
All you need is a little love to bloom,
a little care to grow colorful,
and a litt...
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XI: Wilted Flower
Unspoken Desires | The hidden feelings and intense emotions between two characters.
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A few days had passed since the events that had brought Minho and Iris closer together. Their bond had grown noticeably stronger, as well Iris's relationship with Riki.
The conversation Minho and Iris had about his traumatic past had deepened their trust and connection.
Minho's care for Iris during her recent illness had made her feel truly seen and valued, something she had always craved, a stark contrast to her past feelings of invisibility.
Now, the pair were resting at Riki's house after a long day at school. They sat side by side on the floor, their heads buried in homework they were trying to complete together.
Despite their efforts, distractions abounded. Minho and Riki's usual bickering was in full swing, and Iris still struggled with her assignments, needing occasional help.
Feeling defeated, Iris dropped her pencil and glanced at the two bickering loudly, on the verge of pulling each other's hair.
Humans, she thought with a touch of amusement.
It fascinated her how their world brimmed with a spectrum of emotions; Joy, frustration, sorrow, anxiety, confusion—so vividly different from the emptiness of her past existence.
In her previous realm, emotions seemed nonexistent, leaving her to grapple with a sense of void, as though nothing and no one truly mattered.
She found herself questioning her desires and identity, struggling to define who she was.
Was she truly human, or something else entirely?
Her sense of self remained a blur, like an elusive truth just out of reach, causing her to feel a deep, almost painful confusion.
