The Purpose

Blossom looked a bit creepy with only one of her eyes in place. I had tried searching for her missing eye everywhere, but all in vain. Maybe I can untie her braided hair and pull them in front of her face, covering the missing eye.

It started raining while I was combing Blossom’s hair. As the petrichor hit my senses, I couldn’t stop myself from rushing towards the balcony. The fiber sheet mounted on the roof was preventing the rain from falling on the balcony, but I could hear the sound and e...