he used to breathe in a room full of rose, flowery scent, until it was suddenly gone, dead, dissapeared.
But he slowly found himself breathing into something else, it was fresh and relaxing scent. it was soothing. it was hope. it was new life.
spin off ayaflu / lowercase intended
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