Fall of the Blooming Flowers

Fall of the Blooming Flowers

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Mystery
A boy who is experiencing a mental illness, a different kind of "Schizophrenia". He heard voices in his mind, depressing and anger was all he could hear, nothing more, nothing less. Everyday was always a hell for him, for his eyes, and also for his sanity. He could see delusions, things he shouldn't see, things that wasn't real, and things that makes him go insane forever... Or will it even last forever? But there's also a weird thing he has, in his every dream, there's a strange thing whenever he pulls a flower, the flower changes into a watch and then beeping sounds could be heard, what was on the screen of the watch?
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(Y/N) has lost her memories. She can't seem to remember anything from her past. Almost 25 years later, the memories start to flood in more constant than usual. All she knows is that there's a mystery guy behind her flashbacks. She's determined to wait for him. Little did she know, Fizzarolli was angry and heartbroken by her. Flashback: A part of this memory skipped and she could see a dark room. It didn't look to be a room but a closet? The lights seem to be running low. How strange, almost scary. She felt hopeless, maybe sad. It was confusing but there were a lot of negative emotions. She found a bouquet of black roses. Black Roses, they seem to call to her. There was a note attached to it. She read it aloud. 'Dear (Y/N), I'm sorry I didn't meet you last night. I had actually fallen.... Yesterday was very tiring. Please (Y/N), I don't want to fight anymore. Without you by my side it would be like a clown missing his balloons. I am outside.... The letter made her feel as if her heart was doing backflips. She could feel herself laughing. He really did know how to get her out of her bad mood. She observed the black roses. They were very beautiful but there was more to them than the memory seems to show. End of flashback.

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