Camelia Sterling has recurring dreams about her childhood.
Rose bushes, rose-scented attics, parchment, Malus...
She was running among the flowers in a white dress. The thorns scratched her calf, and blood flowed out. The mother's smile is bright, and Andre is the first Andre who will give her a warm hand when she falls. She was laughing and making noises, and butterflies were flying around her, landing on the tip of her nose and the hem of her skirt, as if they were trying to lift her up.
"Camelia, my white camellia."
A curse-like whisper sounded, and the innocent dream turned into a nightmare. After struggling to wake up from the nightmare, Camelia no longer felt sad.
A sigh and a lighted lady's cigarette can take away all the pain. In addition to saying goodbye to the pain, she has already accepted the eternal loneliness. Camelia looked out the window at the ever-changing snow scene, which was as white as a piece of paper. Camellia flowers were dotted on the white curtain, occasionally undulating with the wind, revealing its curvature. It seemed that it was her destiny to blend in with the snowy scenery, and it would be fine if she just dotted it and grew wildly there.
No one cares for her like they care for the bones in the garden, or tells her how to be herself, or what to do next. It's wrong to follow the rules, it's wrong to follow one's heart, it's wrong to remain calm, it's wrong to live... The trial and error again and again ate away all her energy, and she was too lazy to try again.
Camelia has never been a lovable child, but she is afraid of being abandoned again. She does not have enough courage to go against everyone again, because loneliness is the pure white nightmare.
Martian licked the yellowed tobacco, leaving a bright red in the white world. She looked at it and raised the corners of her mouth mechanically.
"You have to know that camellias can also be red."
She thought about these meaningful words and thought about the person who spoke. She lit the cigarette to the handle and then extinguished it. The gray smoke carried her beautiful childhood memories and drifted into the distance, and finally disappeared.
And the fire lit up her nightmare, and her world was no longer the only pure white.
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1. Original Harry Potter fan fiction, plagiarism and reprinting are prohibited;
2. If there are old and bone plots, please pay attention to lightning protection;
3. Abuse writing, abuse first and then cure; it is a story about women's self-growth, which involves the description of the impact of the social environment and the original family on the growth of children;
4. It will involve descriptions of abnormal mental states, and there will also be descriptions of some bloody and violent plots;
5. There will be a large number of original plots and original characters;
6. There will be a new world view, but it will be described in accordance with all the CP trends of the original work and all the characters of the original work.
7. Trace amounts of OOC, please be careful to avoid lightning if you don't like it.
8. Timeline: Descendants
"To Camelia Sterling: There is light at the end of darkness. After conquering fear, you will be invincible."
Purpose: Praise friendship, love and family affection