Naria

Mine is hydrangea!

Pierrot -> Lavender and Forget me not

Rosaura -> Roses and Sakura blossoms

Sandrone -> Chocolate cosmos and chrysanthemum

Columbina -> Jade Vine

“I… your shoelaces were untied.”

“And that justifies picking me up?”

“You’re… attracted to me?”

“You’re an attractive man, I have eyes. I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, I’m not planning on doing anything about it, I value our friendship too much to risk it like that.”

“You - no one else has ever thought I was attractive.”

I am a writer. Not a content-producing machine. I am a writer. Not a content-producing machine. I am a writer. Not a content-producing machine.

It’s okay if I don’t have time to write. It’s okay if a chapter is delayed. It’s okay if my words come out messy. It’s okay if I need to take a break. It’s okay if I don’t update every week, every month, or even every year.

My value as a writer is not measured by how fast I post. My worth is not defined by kudos, bookmarks, or comments.

I am allowed to be slow. I am allowed to rest. I am allowed to write for joy, not for an algorithm.

I am a writer. Not a content-producing machine.