~{ Flower Fall }~
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Ongoing10m
Last published Thu, Oct 24, 2019
Matt jolted awake with his hand on his heart "A... Dream?" he asked himself.
He shuffled to his bedroom bathroom and looked in the mirror. A flower sat in his hair "Hm.. " he plucked it out and winced in pain.
He choked up blood and some petals "W-Wha--" He coughed.
"Whats happening...?"
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