"Mommy. What is the language of flowers?" asked the little girl.
"The language of flowers, aslo named as Floriography, is an art wherein flower carries its own special meaning or symbolism, and can also be influenced by its variety and colour." replied her mother then hold out the bouquet in her hands.
"For example, these daisies symbolises love, hope innocence, even affection." explained the mother and the girl nodded in awe before pointing at the flowers on the night table.
"What about these ?" asked innocently the five year old girl.
"Bright pink Wild roses can indicate romantic love , or gentler emotional expressions when paler." the mother began,
"But, Victorian folklore specifies that wild roses symbolize pleasure and pain..."
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I DON'T OWN THIS STORY, IT'S BELONG TO MIKOTO YAMAGUCHI AND YUKI SATO. I ONLY OWN IVY AND ANY CHARACTERS THAT I HAVE MADE UP.
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
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Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.