"The knowledge that makes us cherish innocence makes innocence unattainable." -Irving Howe Brendon is the lone bloom in the devastation of winter. Pure and unblemished. Ignorant to the carnage that surrounds him. Some flowers will mimic another to survive. Ryan is the winter. The harsh, unforgiving cold with the touch of death. Some find joy in the white serenity. They say opposites attract. But it is also common knowledge that flowers do not survive the winter. That the flower is more loved than the winter. And Dallon has the honor of untangling this paradox. Because it can't end prettily. And he'll be the one with the hole in his heart if it does. **The cover is literally the laziest piece of shit to grace this planet but this isn't even my main platform. Screw creativity. Main story (I actually reply to comments there) is on AO3 under the same username**Todos los derechos reservados
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