The Flowers under my Pillow

l. I awoke with a start. Even if the painting appears simple when you try to describe each figure, taking a st

gh a lot of emotions while creating th

ttention right away. When I was fifteen, the butterfly shape on my face appeared. I first developed an unexplained fever, and then I told my parents that I was having joint pain and that my weight was fluctuating involuntarily. We thought it was nothing to worry about until one day I became afraid of the s

ions on a consistent basis, as he always does. I'm devoid of emotions, but I still want to live my life. For the sake of my parents, and, of course,

ic school with a strict dress code. I've been studying here since pre-school, so this is where I've been studying my entire life! My parents believe that I belong in this type of institution, so th

nd become an engineer, but I refused because I am not as talented in mechanical engineering as he is. My mother also suggested that I get a law degree, but I ca

they tell me to do without question. Sometimes I disagree, but the majority of the time I am unable to carr

ow to deal with them properly with emotions. They talk to me, but they also force me to do various tasks for th

recommendations; I never disagree because it exhausts my mind to think about those things. As a result, I ca

rents would not let me bring this cat into the house. I finally gave in to my instincts and just took a picture of the kitten. What I really want to do is try something new because it gives me a different feeling. It allows me to feel

sity cafeteria when one of my b

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now her by her first name, and she only

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t again later, right?' She smil

u want this

I can get... condoms?' She mov

ersuade me to purchase various items. The last ti

gstores,' I

tting some for me?' Gean said as

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m her skirt pocket

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yself, but believe me when I say it's better than

I'm not interested in whatever she's up to, but if she's just t

ting in an armchair right next to mine when I walked into the classroom. I then took the condoms out of my pocket and place

benefit from this, but they're completely unaware that I

aying, 'Thank you so much, ACinder

vious of every emotion she's feeling ri

e, she has a large number of friends, including animals, as oppos

ext to Gean in the a

pe you enjoy it.' I had a blank expr

come with me?' She

feel something, I will never go anyw

rown out a d*ck.' I lowered m

ery time I laugh, I want to be filled with joy as well, because, as you know, my laughter is just a mask for my happi

. No. Actually, I am the monotonous one, not the other way around. What am I supposed to do when I don't even know how to deal with myself in public? I feel as if I'm just floating around like a gust of wind. I've