Amaryllis (named for her pride, her determination, her radiant-albeit unusual-beauty) Chrysanthemum (for respect and honor, but eventually-sorrow) was a girl who everybody saw every day, a sweet, kind, unnoticeable girl who disappeared in the folds of the masses and was nothing more than another pebble in the pond that was the world.
So, would it really be all that much of a surprise if, in the end, she never really mattered?
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Short chapters, short story. This isn't a pretty story about a girl who died and how she was treasured by everyone around her. This is reality.
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