“Spring reminds me of your hugs...How I yearn for another”

PREVIEW

The soft rustle of the warm spring air flowing through the trees was a gentle, comforting sound to Bloom, a reminder of a season of butterflies and bees. But even through this sweet bliss, sipping a warm mocha, she felt off. She felt as if she were missing a piece to the puzzle that occupied her mind. She didn’t have anyone to share these flowers or warm mochas with; life was uncomfortable now that this thought crossed her mind. Suddenly, her sweet mocha didn’t taste as sweet or feel as warm. It felt like her lonely heart, cold and bitter. She was alone until you came. A blessing from every petal of a lucky clover, a perfect star, and a whole golden cookie just for her. Bloom was fulfilled. Every spring is now filled with laughter and resting together under soft pink cherrywood trees and having the flowers fall on your faces. Perfection.

“I’m so glad I found you, wǒ qīn’ài de péngyǒu," Bloom muttered softly. She loved calling you her sweet bud in Chinese; it filled her with a soft sense of joy to let herself call someone a nickname given to her. Her mocha was cold from how long she rested against you; the soft spring breeze and flower-scattered park stole her eyes, a sight as wonderful as her love for you.

SIMON HAS BEEN FREED TO MAKE A BOT!!