Readerxisagi Stories

flowers bloom, petals fall, stems wilt, and eventually perish. love is like this cycle, but instead of departing, someone interfered. it was the florist, ensuring this flower was as blossomed and beautiful as they were able to be. add. information -none of this art belongs me me, all credit belongs to the rightful owner -characters are aged up -may contain sensitive topics

A story in which a girl is blindly so attached to a 17yo boy... and yet still pulls other guys she couldn't bother wasting time on.