resonate pxiges ♬ ♬ another song not worth singing--
flowery hair could not catch even a grazing significance of interest, for flattery purposes like an image to be preserved or drawn, its only purpose would be for viewing, surely. [W]ho dared to draw withering plants? [S]urely something inside of him must have died.
caught wind of a thump! that clattered on the ground. [H]e looks down to find a moldy looking notebook with thickened pages squeezed together between dark spiraling coils which held the thing together so desperately-- “I think you dropped this--” inclining politely to take the book into his grasp, thus carrying it forward to deliver to the girl he figured the fruit of literature fell from.











