When a bird's wings are broken, when a flower's bud is cut off, when the sun's light is blocked by thick clouds...
I want to fly. I want to bloom. I want to shine with my own light!
I gave up on myself, again and again.
I longed to be saved too, even if only once.
If I fall in this world, then please, please save the version of me still struggling in another parallel world.
One-on-one, happy ending, first person, updates irregularly
