Flowers To My Moon

Flowers To My Moon

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"Ah, another poor soul, lets see...you're not meant to be here, but I do know something about you...not sure what...want to explore a bit and find out who you are?" "Hm...who are you...? where am I? What is this place??" "Relax, child, you can just call me 'Mother' for now, and I'll be guiding you today. Don't worry, you'll be safe..." 'Flowers to my moon' is a story about death, mainly inspired by a game called 'Flowers for my moon', which has similar features and story and some of other stories along with some of my own. We talk about this girl, not knowing who she was guided by an experienced angel and travel through all sorts of horrifying and depressing adventure. Until she knew who she was Pls note that not all pictures are mine, some are simply from google and other artists^^ artists I know of will be credited at the end of chapter
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Faith has traveled all the way to a new place to start a better life but little did she know her destiny was not going to be the way that she wants. From loving a wrong person made her losing her good friend to getting accused of a murder she never committed. She has gone through hell. But she did escape from her past and again started to build up a new life from doing what she never wanted to do. But little did she know her past never left her. But there's just being more addition to her miserable life. It's love, conspiracy, betrayal, war, revenge, and lust. It's a life of a Mafia she's living in. . . . { A part of the story} This night was enough I can't take it anymore. My eyes were still filled with tears I was crying on my present state. My mind was screaming for help. I remembered there was still hope left or help. I dragged myself towards my pillow and moved my hand under it and took out the cell phone which Max gave me. I switched it on. Should I really make a call I asked myself. It was one-thirty at night. I think I should that's what my guts were telling me. My thump was hovering over the call option. I closed my eyes when all the things that happened to me this night flashed in front of me. I realized that I should for help and touched the call option. It was ringing, after three-ring, the call was received. "Faith" That was the first word I heard from the other side. The tone of his voice was concerning and sounded worried his voice was soothing and husky, one could melt easily on it. "Help me" was all I could say to this stranger and tears were rolling down...

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