Painting Flowers

Painting Flowers

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Odette Arbaella Constance was only 4 when she realized the world would stop for nobody. Trials and tribulations aside, she never let anything get to her. Growing up in a foster home would teach you to have thick skin after all. Although, maybe she thought it was normal. The stuff she was going through was no biggie. But things change, because she was right, the world doesn't stop for anybody. And neither does life in general. Navigation through love, friendships, and family is hard when all you know is abuse and borderline torture. But Reese doesn't let the little things go unnoticed, in fact, the little things are all he notices when the pieces start coming together, and when they do, he doesn't let Odette go through it alone. Trigger warning -Abuse, Sexual Assault, Drugs, Alcohol, Self harm
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