Will she bloom among the thorns and roses when the dust settles?
I thought it was a brief baptism of nightmare, but I never thought it would be a lasting bloom after withering.
For you, I am willing to try things I have never thought of, such as loving you.
: Are you willing to bloom for me?
: Can I? Can I really...? Really... It's okay, it should be okay, right?
: You can, so, are you willing? I'm here.
: I...
: Hmm
Concept: The growth and redemption of youth, the opposite of being loved and abandoned