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An orchid,
bloomed in a land devoid of life
It was exotic, unfamiliar to many.
There was another land,
one full of normal, but familiar flowers.
The land radiated life,
so different from the perpetual coldness the orchid felt.
The orchid was never able to see,
to feel the laughter coming from the other side.
Due to its natural habitat,
it became cold, unforgiving, and cruel.
Some might even say,
that it had no love left in its heart,
heartless even.
After all, it was perceived as a monster,
something that could hardly classify under roses.
Sure, it was a flower, but an undiscovered one.
And so, with no one able to water it,
it stayed on the barren land, unmoving.
One day, a group of annoyances came.
They said,
“You will never be a rose,
You haven't even grown thorns.”
Just as the orchid was about to refute them, someone arrived.
The boy, soft, jet-black locks tousled into waves,
bright sunlight hitting his face,
making his skin look golden, ethereal even.
Almost like his face had been sculpted by the gods themselves,
as if curated by their own hands.
Oh, and his eyes,
framed with thick, luscious lashes,
almost like there were sparkles in them.
Currently,
they were shimmering pools,
reflecting hostility.
Hostility,
the orchid was familiar with.
What the orchid wasn’t familiar with,
was that hostility wasn’t directed to it.
Instead, was the unfamiliar feeling of someone saving it,
protecting it,
like it was something precious,
to be loved.
It had been the first time the orchid felt something positive.
It wanted to thank the boy,
but the boy merely drew a large X,
and told it to protect himself,
and left, leaving the orchid on that desolate land once more.
To the boy,
it could have merely been a coincidence,
and he could have done it for anyone else,
even towards those who were ungrateful and leeching off him.
To the boy,
It was just an X, a scribble a young child had drawn.
Something he would never remember for the rest of his life.
To him,
the orchid finally felt something different,
something positive.
Something he would hold dear to his heart for as long as he lived.
And so,
the orchid dedicated his company,
to the simple scribble of a child,
and he dedicated his entire being and soul,
to a young boy who saved him,
and the person would be his mate when they matured.
The orchid would make sure of it.