Fallin' Flower

~ Prelude ~

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Lying in her room, staring at the ceiling, wondering where everything became so monotone...

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Wait! Let's rewind, just a little. Not to the very beginning. Not to the moment causing her contemplation. Only just enough to crack open a window, to let some fresh air into the stuffy space...

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When she was in elementary school, there was nothing she wanted more than to go to high school. People singing and dancing up and down the halls, cheery eyed and welcoming. Breaking free from status quos and aceing all her classes effortlessly. Or maybe it was the sense of freedom that the teenage years bring. Shy confessions of love under the bleachers, on the school's rooftop, or in an empty classroom during the first-period break. Passing nervous glances during classes, or sneaking out in the middle of the night to go on thrilling adventures under the stars. There was nothing lee Dayoung wanted more than to grow up.

Once she was finally thrown into the energy-sucking pit of high school, and didn't seem like she wanted to stand out as much anymore. The girl waited all of her freshman years for something amazing to happen, spending most of her time daydreaming about when a special someone would confess their endless love for her on the spot. Her grades weren't immaculate, but they were enough to satisfy herself and her parent's set standards. She didn't even bother to try and test any of the high school hierarchy rules, committing social suicide didn't quite make the 'top ten' on her list of things to accomplish. All in all, she just seemed to float by, like a stray balloon drifting off into the open sky. All she said to herself was, "I can't wait to ditch this place".

College. By the start of college, she was basically just hanging on to her childish hopes by a thread. As shocking as it may seem, she had almost got closer to somewhat accomplishing the frivolous goal of having someone from her high school tell her they love her. And even though she knew she wasn't supposed to, she had started to feel a pain in her chest whenever he would leave. Until one day, he let her know he had no intentions of falling head over heels for anyone at the moment, and the last tiny bit of her daydream slipped away. He told the girl he did it to protect her. Closer to the end of Dayoung's new freshman year, she had forgotten all about her little 'crush', and things seemed to be clouded with a milky filter, starting to lose a little pigment. Droning around, college turned her into a barely functioning body bag of coffee, weed, and a slight sprinkling of cheap alcohol, with very little sleep. She still had some fun times, but with the infinite projects that seemed to pile up, you almost completely forgot about what having no stress felt like.

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We're all caught up. The story has begun, it's set into motion. And now, we start again where we left off...

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Lying in her room, staring at the ceiling, wondering where everything became so monotone...

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Hey Guys :) OKAY... I just posted this book, so I don't expect anyone to be reading this rn, but I just wanted to say how much my writing style has changed. Idk if it's because I started writing this book super late at night and also during zoom classes, but it seems like it sounds DRASTICALLY different from how I used to write. And, because of that, I archived all of my other books that contain actual writing because they seemed like two completely different people with completely different views wrote it. I don't think a life changing event has taken place in my life recently, so idk why my style has changed so much, but maybe something has happened to like, my 'soulmate' (if those even exist) that is mirroring onto my life. But anyway, I just wanna ask if you guys like this typa style... it seems kinda gloomy to me, and idrk how to feel about it just yet... But uh, that's all from me

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