Flowers don't cry

Her existence was meant to end that night, her 18th birthday was her last day to walk amongst the living, to draw her last breath.

A sacrifice she had no choice but to make.

Waking up in the arms of warriors with only her name to remember was terrifying. But these men had no intentions to hurt her, she was no threat to them. At her lowest, she had to hold on to that hope and trust the unknown world she was part of.

As confusing as it all may seem.

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