Feemoon_q
CONTENT WARNING & TRIGGER WARNING
Contains violent and inappropriate content. Reader discretion is advised.
•Murder and violence
•Mental health issues and drug use
•Dirty talk
•Compulsive sexual behavior
•Manipulation
•Control
The author welcomes any feedback and suggestions for improvement.
***Unauthorized adaptation, reproduction, or distribution of this plot is prohibited.***
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The full moon's light illuminates the beautiful golden star flowers in the cement vase. A clay figurine sits beside the bed. The bedside clock doesn't sound. A wilted bouquet of delphiniums. The view of the stars and moon is blurred by tears...
A large hole in the center of the forest is covered with small, climbing golden star flowers. The blooming buds attract butterflies to admire and pollinate them. Clouds drift lazily on the cool breeze. Amidst the beautiful nature, a group of people stand over the edge of a pit, while a man descends into it.
His shoes tread on pebbles and dirt as he approaches the beautiful amber-colored flower. He stops, and his muscular body bends down to place a bouquet of blue delphiniums beside the smaller flowers. He stands there for a moment, as if paying some kind of respect, before leading his companions away from the area.
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A gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the rows of trees. Bare feet walk on the grass, stepping on vines. He bends down, reaching out his slender hand to pick up the beautiful bouquet. Several long-stemmed blue delphiniums are tied together with ribbons to make a bouquet. Delphiniums are tall flowers with long stems, so they cannot be wrapped in paper to create a beautiful bouquet like other flowers.
He probably wasn't someone who cared much about flowers, as their meaning or language didn't fit the situation. Nevertheless, he had tried to buy them as a visitor.
"Oh... even during wartime, you still managed to come visit me."
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