Morning Glories and Your Mortality

Morning Glories and Your Mortality

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Beautiful and ordinary people. Finally living in the present and learning to let go of the past. Beautiful and broken people, giving up their old lives. A father learns to admit when he is wrong, and how to love again. A son learns to get upset, and accept himself. Neighbors and lovers talk and cry and yell. However, clear thoughts appear during the silent treatment. Old title from my deleted thing about flower symbolism, there's no way I'm going to waste that gem. 2022/29/5 I'm gonna be honest, lately there's gonna be a lot more goofy stuff. There's still gonna be the occasional sad bits, sure, but rn I'm entering my filler-arc. And I need to give these characters a chance for a break. Nothing important story-wise has happened yet so far but I need my time to be silly goofy.
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Something came to Gisselle, when she suddenly crashed into a car while driving, a guy was there, helping her and trying to heal her. She felt something in her hand, she could smell it. She had a flower held in her hand. "Keep it safe, you might need it for luck." The guy's voice was low and mysterious. "What for?" I said, my head felt unconscious and light headed, I felt like I don't remember anything and wanted to throw up because of being light headed. The guy hasn't respond, but I got up to the door and deciding that if I should go home or go to school in the middle of the day. A hand held my wrist, still holding the flower that was in my hand. "Not yet, I'm not done. You have a major bruise on your head, I'll get you some ice." I didn't want ice, I felt like I wanted to go home, but I stayed for a while because I don't know where had my car go or where to exit. How did I get here? What happened? Why am I here? I needed answers, but I guess I'll save it for the last.

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