𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐏𝐓.𝟐: ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ⁿⁱⁿᵉ

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"Mom! Moooommm! C-Come here!"
A high pitched voice cried out in distress.

"What is it Ambrosia?! Are you hurt? I'm right here, stop crying.. What's wrong sweetheart?"
The tinged echo says as it's distance comes closer to the frantic cries.

"On my way back to the house.. I took the normal route of crossing the stream to go into the forest.. And on my way there, there were so many flowers and plants with thorns.. But there was this perfectly placed area where I rested, and saw this soft-looking red flower dancing around with the small breeze.. That reminded me of .. me.."
The small teen frowned as she was embraced in the arms of her mother, hiccuping small breaths that took over the panic-ridden girl.

"Oh, Ambrosia, honey how many times do I have to tell you to not go into the forest?.. Did you get scratches? And what do you mean it reminds you of yourself? C'mere bumpkin..~"
Her mother lets her go for a minute, picking off remaining thorns left in her child's clothing and skin, while she stands directly in front of her mother with a blank expression.

"The forest in which the flower grew in, represents me in a way.. It's surrounded by countless of thorns and cuts with little hope and great chance of failure... Yet in the midst of the harsh surroundings, a beautiful thought, gesture, and or person can arise among it; & wave bravely at the death that pours down upon it. If we move one day and someone decides to cut down the forest to kill everything in it, the red flower will die among the thorns.."
Her mother stares at her daughter in confusion.

"You got all of this from a flower you saw?.. I see. It seem's you've been left alone too much, my poor bumpkin.. Let's go back inside, and I'll make you a nice hot porridge!"
Her mother brushes the top of her child's white hair, leaving it a mess as she smiles at her for reassurance. The teen couldn't help but cry a stream at her mothers softness. A heartbreaking wound closes because of her mothers love and leaves the white-haired child to grit her teeth for more tears continue to fall.

"Don't worry bumpkin~ Once we move with your father to Japan, we'll make sure to heal you up for good. No matter what, I'll alway try to find a way to make you happy ..! You're my child, my only child and a mother will do anything for their children.."
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<AMBROSIA'S POV>

"GUH...!" I launched myself up, gasping from what felt like an eternity's deep slumber. I felt my eyes bulge out of my head, while I my thoughts slowly recollected themselves. My brain was recovering from a reset button, leaving me to forget how to speak and think for myself. All of a sudden, I felt my heartbeat louder and louder from not breathing after my giant gasp, but that too was also a result from transforming into myself.

Luckily, my fear took over and I taught myself how to breathe by hyperventilating: by inhaling and exhaling to obtain control over myself, eventually breathing naturally without having to freak out. Once I got a handle on that, I realized what my next problem was, being that my transformation had left me nude..! (Quite embarrassing if anyone were to walk in) However, I also noted my hair's the same way it was I remembered it to be; long and overgrown. Yet thanks to my hair because it's long & thick enough to cover my boobs, but not my lower area. I just covered myself under the beds silky sheets, and sighed at my seemingly empty mind.

"If it weren't for you, my dear hair, I'd be nude in front of someone I wouldn't want to be nude for again.." I said a loud as I pulled a small section of hair from my face, twisting it around my finger as a sign of boredom.