Life was boring. Life was repetitive. Life was, in fact, hardly worth living. It would probably be like that for you too if you were a soulless flower who had lost his ability to have compassion and feel love. Killing some, befriending others...it all got old eventually. He wished he could go back to being able to feel love and compassion. To be himself again. And after a time of being alone for so long, he met her. Well, he suppose this is what he asked for, an opportunity to care about another being other than himself. And maybe now... he can. ~~~~~~~ There are more chapters written for this book, but I have a pretty strict policy for not publishing unfinished stories, in case of plotholes and such. I'll keep working on it though, so feel free to stick around if it's caught your interest.
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