This is a story about who is more paranoid than who.
Nothing in this world can win over obsession, except obsession itself.
The deep roots of love in youth will bloom like flowers, or they will become twisted and lingering into a cancerous tumor, rotten and painful, making people sick.
A short story with a BG plot and a slightly dark feel.
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