The Flower Theory

The Flower Theory

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“Why did you ask that kind of question?” His eyes lightens with anger. “It should’ve been me who asked you if my condition bothers you or not. Look at me, Thea. I’m broken. Do you want to have a relationship with someone who had been lived in a fucking mad house? Someone who was diagnosed with cronic depression? Someone who had tried to kill himself constantly? It should’ve been me who asked that question, Thea.” Thea always thought that her first time in a new city was hard and traumatizing, but when she has to face an ugly truth about someone who saved her from loneliness, she realized that she was a very lucky girl. Now, she needs to return the favor she was given. But how?
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