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From the moment she shyly flagged me down months ago, offering me a single daisy to brighten my day, I’ve only ever cared about keeping one soul safe. Of watching her, of learning all her secrets, of obsessing over the moment I could find a way to make her mine. My angel.
She’s been hurt. My innocent flower has scars she carries deep that only come out when she’s sleeping.
