Her skin is layered with floral patterns. Stems reaching across her cheeks, over the bridge of her nose. Petals cover the curve of her neck. She's bright and glowing, her flowers vibrant.
Warm.
She hides behind her flower skin, she thinks this is how it will always be. But she's kissed and pushed and upon reexamination... Her vibrance has slightly decreased. She watches this happen. This cycle of embrace and release and with each turn the blossoms fade. They lose saturation until they completely disappear.
She is now a girl with flowerless skin, and who wants that?
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