*smell* *spoilers* pov: arson victim, forced adoption, species change, trauma He walked over to a patch of yellow roses near the river, struggling to bend over and smell them without feeling tight pain. Once he was finished, he stood straight again. “I see you're interested in roses!” “AAAAAAAAH!” _____ sprung up and crashed into the cold water. “Oh! I'm sorry! Here Ill-”
no names for youuu *taunt taunt* book wip *taunt taunt*
