Unrequited Yearning
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Maddilyn has only wanted one thing her whole life, love. It was the only idea that truly made her happy. If someone loved her, she would finally feel whole. But there was one big issue. Maddilyn had never fallen in love with anyone before. Other than her best friend, Rescy. She knew the feelings were not returned. Rescy could never love Maddilyn. Maddilyn didn't think this was an issue, that was until she realized she couldn't push down these feelings anymore. As the feelings inside her began to grow, so did the flowers.
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