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mornings are scarier
(not when you're here) 𐙚
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— IVY (@fleuriestj) December 29, 2023

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mornings are scarier
(not when you're here) 𐙚
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SUMMER WONDERSTRUCK, 
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SUMMER WONDERSTRUCK, 
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sedang apa?? 🐋🍞⛳🦩🚕🛝

 #wolfiebear #jerimika fewtweets!

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#wolfiebear #jerimika fewtweets! pic.twitter.com/rIU100GtqW
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It's 9 PM, I was all alone sitting at the beach. I'm new in this town, with no one to talk to. That is until this guy, who suddenly appeared with tons of questions talked to me. "New in town?" he ask (not really) politely. I nodded, and then he sits beside me. "What are you doing here at this time? I've never have company before." "There's really no answer for that actually. But maybe for some fresh air?" We talked for a long time after that. He's fun though, other than the fact that we haven't know each other for more than twenty four hours. 11 PM, I realized it was almost midnight, so i said goodbye to him. Then he answered, "See you soon, uhm... what's your name?" "Gaura, call me Gaura!" I said it loudly because I've walked a long way from the beach. "Okay, see you soon Gaura! I'm Giri by the way!" Soon enough, we started getting close. I'm glad because I eventually found someone to share my thoughts. Someone who led me into various experiences to find. Someone who made the sea and the beach more enjoyable. Someone who made summer special to me.

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It's 9 PM, I was all alone sitting at the beach. I'm new in this town, with no one to talk to. That is until this guy, who suddenly appeared with tons of questions talked to me. "New in town?" he ask (not really) politely. I nodded, and then he sits beside me.

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meet me at 7

a pjw au,
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meet me at 7

a pjw au,
written by K pic.twitter.com/RyhApRU5TW
— IVY (@fleuriestj) March 4, 2023

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meet me at 7

a pjw au,
written by K https://t.co/RyhApRU5TW

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meet me at 7

a pjw au,
written by K https://t.co/RyhApRU5TW

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el and his way to keep in touch, a juyeon fewtweets

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el and his way to keep in touch, a juyeon fewtweets https://t.co/uOcsGBE3FJ

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— ℐVY (@fleuriestj) June 1, 2023

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el and his way to keep in touch, a juyeon fewtweets https://t.co/uOcsGBE3FJ

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koko cepet balik!
a dhananjaya siblings onetweet 
🏩🐾🚨🥞🛍️⭐⛳

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koko cepet balik!
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a dhananjaya siblings onetweet
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koko cepet balik!
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koko cepet balik!
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koko cepet balik!
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Once upon a time, a young man by the name of Isaac Sherrard was sitting by the Seine River. Staring at the bright lights of the Eiffel Tower. But Isaac was still pensive, numb. Since the death of Eden Clemonte, it has been difficult for him to fall in love like other people his age. Today is exactly five years since Eden left him. At that time, Isaac and Eden were showing one of their best performances. Featuring Waltz of The Flower-The Nutcracker to be precise. They can do ballet movement after movement perfectly, even until the final movement. Several times Isaac turned to Eden during the performance, he realized something was wrong. Eden's twinkling eyes that usually would shine the brightest in the entire theater seemed dimmer. This isn't the Eden I've known since childhood, he thought. Sure enough, as soon as the curtain closed and the ballerinas returned backstage, Eden sat down and stretched her body behind the curtain. The girl is tired. But without her knowing, the chandelier that was right above her swayed fragilely. In seconds, the chandelier fell on the girl. A shocked Isaac tried to lift the chandelier, but to no avail. The lamp was too heavy for him. Isaac, who couldn't bear to see the person he loved in pain, held Eden's hand, hoping that the girl would still be able to live. "Isaac, thank you. Thank you for being there in my last moments and being the last person I saw. Once again thank you, Isaac," were the last sentences that came out of Eden's mouth before the girl breathed her last. Her struggle was over, there was no more pain she felt. Relieved for her, but not for Isaac who was still hugging her. "Why are you leaving, Eden? Why so fast? You promised to be together all the time, but why are you the one who broke the promise?" Isaac couldn't think straight, one by one his tears started to fall down his face. How was he supposed to smile if Eden didn't exist? How should he spend his days without her?

Back when Isaac was sitting on the banks of the Seine, his eye caught a shooting star that they say is hard to see. He remembered Eden's wish again, the girl really wanted to beg a shooting star so that her parents would be together again. Falling star, my only one request. I want to see her again. Isaac made his wish to the shooting star. Without him noticing, several little fairies in sparkling dresses were watching him. They are also concerned because they feel a sad air around the young man. The fairies, who were also sad, cast their spells to make Isaac's wish come true. Isaac's vision blurred, all around him were white lights that were starting to fade. The night sky that had looked gloomy before was now bright as if it was still morning. Many birds fluttered in the sky passing through the snow-white clouds. "Hey Isaac! Wake yourself up! Let's practice!" a girl who was next to him said. Isaac knew that voice by heart, the voice of the fairies in fiction. Her long flowing hair and floral dress gave off the scent of lily flowers that were no less beautiful. It's Eden Clemonte. Eden, who was impatient, pulled Isaac's hand towards the ballet studio where they had spent half of their lives. "Y-yes Eden!" he replied with a feeling of confusion that prop. How is it possible, he returned to France five years ago? Was this a manifestation of his wish while on the Seine? If that was true, he couldn't pass up this opportunity. He had to save Eden from a moment that endangered her life at that time. "Put on your training clothes, Isaac! How are you going to use that old coat to practice?" Eden asked interspersed with infectious laughter. Isaac who was next to him replied, "Just a moment! I will hurry."

"Tomorrow we will perform. Time flies so fast, Isaac. Let's keep going together!" Eden said excitedly. That girl has been waiting for tomorrow since when huh? Isaac didn't even remember. But one thing for sure, she really wanted to feature The Nutcracker in her ballet career. "Yeah, let's be together until, who knows when. Until we're old?" he replied. "Haha, yes. Until we each have our own family. I hope tomorrow's performance goes well." Back then, Isaac knew. He knew that Eden only saw him as a good friend. Nothing more. It's okay, the important thing is that Eden is happy and can live. "I'm sure tomorrow's performance will be spectacular, Eden. Just do your best, okay?"

"Five more minutes, ballerinas get ready!" shouted the stage manager to remind that soon the performance will begin. "Let's chat after this, Isaac! See you again!" Eden said. "Eden, can you cancel this performance just this once? Can we cancel the performance?" prevent Isaac, he doesn't want what happened at that time to happen. He must save Eden this time. "What do you mean Isaac? The audience has come. We've also been training hard, there's no way we can back down," she replied with an astonished face. "Let's just back off, Eden. There's something I have to tell you. I don't want you to be in danger, Eden." "Are you crazy? This is our dream Isaac. Since childhood, we've practiced together for what? For the sake of appearing in this big theater, right? We've fought Isaac, our journey is not easy at all. At least I want to perform in this theater once in my life. We have to perform, isaac. We have to be professional. I've also performed many times and I'm still fine, right?" "Eden, believe me!" Isaac is still trying to stop Eden. "No, Isaac. We can talk after this show, full stop. I don't accept rejection," this is Eden's character, she's stubborn. However, this has been their dream since childhood. Especially Eden, she has been determined to become a ballerina since a long time ago. Now Isaac and Eden are in their respective positions and waiting for the music to be turned on. Moments later, the strains of instruments began to enter their eardrums. So this is what it's like to be a ballet dancer, again? Since the last five years, Isaac stopped being a ballet dancer to appreciate Eden. He thought, if Eden stops, he will also stop. So great is his love for Eden.

The audience applauded enthusiastically, he could feel that everyone was amazed by their performance. But Isaac's heartbeat was even more erratic. How should he protect Eden? The curtains closed, and Eden sank down just like that moment. The look on her face never changed. Isaac who saw it immediately hugged Eden tightly. He didn't want her to leave him for the second time. If one has to go, I'll go. That's what Isaac thought. He knew that the chandelier that was above him and Eden who was now sitting was swaying waiting for fate to drop it. Isaac was in a hurry, pushing Eden away. One, two, three! the chandelier fell. The sound of glass shattering hurt Isaac's eardrums. Everything feels so hard and everything went dark.

"Isaac, wake up!" a shrill voice was right next to his ear. Arabelle, one of the fairies wakes him up. Isaac had hoped that the voice belonged to Eden, but it was impossible. Everything sounds different. But there is one hope that he still holds to this day. Hopefully Eden is still alive. "Where's Eden?" he asked while holding his aching head. His eyes roamed around, looking for the girl he loved. "You just woke up, Isaac. Calm yourself first. I'm Arabelle, one of the fairy who gave you the opportunity to meet that girl again," said Arabelle with a face that looked gloomy. She was thinking of a way to tell Isaac what really happened. "Fairy? Did you really make my wish come true? If so, where is Eden then?" "You are trying to change that girl's fate, Isaac. You are violating the laws of nature. Everyone will surely leave one by one, leaving behind those who love them and those they care about. Everything was already determined in the line of their fate from the start. No matter how hard you try, they can't come back. You can only live life by surviving as hard as possible," Arabelle said with a heavy heart. Honestly, she couldn't bear to see Isaac with his love story which had to end tragically. "But I saved Eden! She was already away from the chandelier! She should be safe, Arabelle!" Isaac's intonation rose, but it sounded shaky instead. His sobs started to appear. His defense is broken. "I told you, everything is impossible to change. Actually, that girl, Eden had been sick for a long time, she endured the pain to give her best performance. That, was her last performance and you should know about it, Isaac. Don't get lost in sadness, Eden will be sad if she sees you like this," after saying that, Arabelle disappeared. Leaving Isaac who still doesn't accept Eden's destiny. The life and death of a person has been determined by the Creator. One can leavethis world suddenly. Don't drag on in sadness, spend the rest of your time with the people you love and make them happy. Don't disappoint them, accompany them until their last breath is exhaled. The End.

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Once upon a time, a young man by the name of Isaac Sherrard was sitting by the Seine River. Staring at the bright lights of the Eiffel Tower. But Isaac was still pensive, numb. Since the death of Eden Clemonte, it has been difficult for him to fall in love like other people his age.

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laper

a yj two-tweets au,
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a yj two-tweets au,
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a yj two-tweets au,
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a yj two-tweets au,
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cat person

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cat person

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cat person

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— IVY (@fleuriestj) February 1, 2023

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cat person

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cat person

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kinan & ilen

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kinan & ilen

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kinan & ilen

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— IVY (@fleuriestj) January 20, 2023

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kinan & ilen

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kinan & ilen

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kinan & ilen

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— IVY (@fleuriestj) January 17, 2023

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I'm scared of promises I can't keep. "Ai, can you turn the volume up?" he asked. He was referring to the car radio that was playing his favorite musician. Non other than Miss Taylor Swift. We jammed so long that we didn't realize we've arrived at our last destination. I didn't know why he brought me here, but this is the place where we first became close. The place full of drama and trauma. It's not like it gives me flashbacks of the arguing and screaming with someone in the past. "You might be wondering why I brought you here right, Ai? I know it's not a good memory but, this is where it all started. Where it all began to make it possible for a happy ending. It might sound cheesy and cliche but our first encounter healed me. Every single meetings we've done closed the wounds." He stoped after that sentence, no other words, he just smiled. "You're asking me out?" I asked. "It is what you think it is," he answered. It all mixed up. I can't deny that I feel the same about him. But I also can't deny the fact that he deserves someone better. Someone who can treat him right. Someone who will listen to his advice, cook him his favorite food, and hold his hand forever. And I don't think I can't do that. I was hurt before and it didn't shut the possibilities for me to hurt someone like him. "I'm sorry Bel," I cried moving my sight down. I can't handle seeing his face. "It's okay, Ai. I'll still love you, even if you don't. Now get up, I'll drive you home. I've promised to your father to get you home before night." We're driving home, I thought both of us will remain silent. But, he always tried to cheer me up. It's like he's making sure that it's okay for me to do such things. Minutes later, we've arrived at my house, he opened the door for me. Before I enter the house, he hugged me tight. "One last time," he whispered. I've closed the door, feelings of regret and sorry filled my mind. I cried myself to sleep.

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I'm scared of promises I can't keep. "Ai, can you turn the volume up?" he asked. He was referring to the car radio that was playing his favorite musician. Non other than Miss Taylor Swift. We jammed so long that we didn't realize we've arrived at our last destination.

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Theatre of The Ineffable

a sunghoon au,
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Theatre of The Ineffable

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— IVY (@fleuriestj) January 3, 2023

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Theatre of The Ineffable

a sunghoon au,
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The scent of paper sheets filled the room against the old wooden walls. I was helping my father to look after our family's hereditary library. It is located on the outskirts of town, so air pollution does not get rid of the smell of the books. Every corner of the library, decorated with vases filled with flowers that father said was mother's favorite flower, the Primrose Flower. Maybe that's why my name is taken from the name of the flower. I didn't know much about mother, but father said that she were the kindest woman he'd ever met. He said, mother's hair was often loosely styled with the scent of a flower garden that he would never forget. Her smile is sweet, just like mine. I really hope that mother is still here and accompanies me to read fairy tales full of miracles.

The door bell rang interrupting my thoughts. Usually father would be the one to say the greeting, but father was away, so I would naturally be the one to give the visitor the greeting. "Hello, welcome to the Floraison Library," I said. There was no response from the visitor, it seemed he doesn't like to talk. The male visitor had curly black hair. On his wrist is an antique watch that I'm guessing isn't cheap. After that, I returned to my place and cleared the table. Before long, I fell asleep in father's chair. It's more of a librarian's chair, actually. I think I slept too long, because when I woke up the sky was already dark. There is no longer a baker selling fresh baked pastries here and there. "Excuse me, I want to borrow a book? Is it allowed?" said the male visitor earlier, I was surprised because he was really still here. Was he waiting for me to wake up to borrow a book? Rarely do visitors stay in the library for a long time. Maybe the local people's love for literacy has diminished, so the library isn't as busy as it was when I was little. "Of course you can!" I replied after thinking for a while. You know, I just woke up. "Here is the book, the loan period is until next week! Happy reading!" "Thank you," replied the man. Then he left the library and walked towards, his house I guess?

"Welcome to Floraison Library," I greeted the boy who visited last week. This time he returned my greeting, with a smile. His green eyes were beautiful. It was then that I knew what it felt like to be in love. For the first time, I felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach, not just reading about it in a fairy tale. "Thank you for returning the book, is there anything else I can help you with?" I asked kindly. "Oh no, I just want to read a few more books," he replied. "Well, enjoy reading sir?" I said with a confused face because I didn't know his name yet. "Kit, call me Kit. Your name?" replied the man. "Primrose." "Very well, Miss Prim. Thanks for the welcome, I'll start reading!" said Kit with a chuckle. Really different, Kit is not as quiet as when we first met. Maybe it's true that we can not judge a book by it's cover. Kit picked up some books before sitting down. At first I didn't really pay attention to what books he was carrying, but one of the books caught my attention. The book is called, The Twelve Dancing Princesses, my favorite fairytale. Without hesitation, I walked towards where Kit was sitting and took the seat in front of him. "You like to read fairytales, Kit?" I asked curiously. "Yeah, not bad. Fairytales remind me of all the miracles that might happen in the world. Did you like them too?" "Of course! The fairytale you are reading is my favourite." "Oh yes? If so, will you tell me the story of this book?" "Why don't you read it yourself?" "I don't know, maybe I was just in the mood for someone to read it." After that, I started telling the tale. I like it when someone asks me to tell stories, especially about fairytales. Nothing I forget, every detail I tell. As soon as it got to the paragraph where the princess dances with the prince, I put on the record containing the waltz that father often sets. Unknowingly, I danced to the music and forgot that I was in the library. Before long, Kit was dancing with me. He's really good, maybe even better than me. Kit and I danced until it was dark, imagining we were on the island where the twelve princesses danced. At that moment, I realized that I had fallen too deep for Kit. After the dance, I gave Kit two sprigs of Primrose Flowers as a thank you gift for dancing with me. "Thank you, Prim," Kit said before leaving the library.

In the following days, Kit never missed visiting the library. Even today, he came back with a borrowed book that he wanted to return. "How can I help you, Mr. Kit?" I asked with a funny facial expression. "Nothing, Miss Prim. I just want to retell the fairytale I just read," he answered with a chuckle that I always heard every time I chatted with him. Every time one of us spoke, the others would listen without interrupting a single sentence. Like now, it was Kit's turn to tell the fairytale he had just read. I guess I'm already in awe of Kit. We have so much in common. He likes to read, especially fairytales. Even though it is generally rare for boys of his age to read fairytales. Precisely that's what makes me like Kit even more, he reminds me of my childhoood. Where there are still many people who like to read and visit the library. "Prim, how was the fairytale?" he asked after finishing the story. "Very good, Kit! The main character is very kind, I like him a lot," I replied. Then, we talked again until the sky was dark, as usual. "Prim, thank you!" said Kit while waving his hand. "You're welcome, Kit!" I replied.

It's been a month since Kit last visited the library. I really don't know where he went. Kit didn't tell me anything about where he was going. Worry never left me for a whole month. Why didn't Kit leave any news?

The doorbell rang, signaling that someone had entered. Hope it's Kit, I thought. My heart was pounding with anticipation that Kit was back. Nothing, only the postman came and handed me a box with a pink bow. I opened the box, and found a watch, just like the one Kit usually wears. The clock is no longer working, the battery is dead. Along with the clock, there is a piece of paper which is written by hand.
Dear Prim,
Hello Prim, how are you? It's me Kit. Sorry I haven't visited for a long time. Sorry I made you worry by not giving news. This letter, I deliberately asked to be sent if something happened to me.
Actually, my uncle wanted to send me to Boston to continue the family business. He informed me about it a few days before I visited Floraison. At first I agreed on that. So I want to spend the rest of my time in this city touring. At that time, I found your library and met you. Later I know, that I do not want to go. I want to stay here and visit Floraison every day. I've tried to persuade my uncle to let me stay, but my uncle is too strict. He even took all my facilities and locked me in the house. He didn't let anyone see me. This letter can reach you with the help of my aunt who took it to the post office.
Sorry, Prim, I can't stay here any longer. I can't give you my address in Boston because I don't know where I'm going to live myself. Oh yes, after reading this letter, please keep that watch for you. Don't forget me Prim, I'll try to come back. Once again, sorry I couldn't meet you in person. Until next time, Miss Primrose. I love you.

with Love,

Kit
That day too, I cried uncontrollably. I asked father for permission not to help him that day. I haven't been able to look at the doorbell and story books in the library. I really hope some miracle will happen and bring Kit back. I'll stay here, look after the library and wait for Kit to come back to this town. I'm sure Kit is the right person, maybe the timing and circumstances were wrong. Hope we can see each other again, Kit. Greetings from Primrose. The End.

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The scent of paper sheets filled the room against the old wooden walls. I was helping my father to look after our family's hereditary library. It is located on the outskirts of town, so air pollution does not get rid of the smell of the books.

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