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*** Featured on StoruesUndiscovered *** A bittersweet story about a lover who never stayed and a love that never ended. Disclaimer- This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents are the products of my imagination. Any resemblance is purely ✨coincidental. ✨This is an unedited-first-draft version. Suggestions, comments, and constructive criticisms are welcome. But please do it nicely. Don't be hurting my feelings yall. 🥲 Copyright © 2021 by Mystiqueish All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used without the written permission of the copyright owner except for brief quotations in reviews or recommendations. Book design and banners - Mystiqueish via Canva. All picture credits go to Pinterest. Enjoy! 🧍🏽‍♀️…

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Here's one thing you should know about April: she does not give a flying bleep about anything or anyone in her life but her plants. (Sorry, children.) So, when she comes home to her pea-sized apartment after a long day at work to find her beloved daughter Pia, the Bamboo Palm Plant, on the brink of death; she is hysterical. Desperate for help, she rushes to her local flower shop, with said plant in tow, hoping they'd be better equipped to save Pia's life just like they saved Toni, the Polka dot Plant, and Bubba, the Madagascar Dragon Tree's lives. But as luck would have it, the shop is packed with the very keen love-day-celebrators she despised standing in the way of Pia's emergent health care. All the more reason to loathe Valentine's Day. Andrew was a nervous wreck. He was also among the so-called keen love-day-celebrators crowding the flower shop. The hopeless romantic was unusually jumpy as he waited for his special bouquet to be ready for pickup.April strikes up a not so small-talk with the scrumptiously chiseled man with a bun to die for-both kinds of buns-as they wait in the queue; her to have her plant (sorry, baby) revived in time and him to have it slaughtered and served. But their conversation takes a turn for the worst when April tells Andrew to go bleep himself when he points out her unhealthy attachment with plants to distract himself from thinking about his big night ahead. Here's another thing you should know about April: she does not do well with criticisms-especially if they're directed at the way she raises her plants. (Sorry, kids.) ***Copyright © 2022 by MystiqueishAll rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used without the written permission of the copyright owner except for brief quotations in reviews or recommendations. (Coming soon)…

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Excerpt "You love her," she said, taking her sunglasses off and running a delicate finger under her red-rimmed eyes. I'd have been offended if it were a question--had she dared to ask me that. Because of course, I loved her. I fucking worshipped that girl and the whole town knew that. I named my bar after her. I wrote songs about her. Hell, I even had her carved all over my skin: a portrait of her beautiful face on my forearm, every letter to her name on my knuckles, and a replica of her scars on my chest. The cowing of crows grew loud and a gust of wind blew into us, making the autumn leaves rustle along with my heart inside my ribcage. "I love her." I swallowed the big lump of emotion rising in my throat and nodded. "More than life, Mrs. Palmer." "Then let her go." Her voice was sharp, her callous statement a dagger to my chest. "Let her go, Joseph. Please." Tears streamed down her face and her shoulders shook violently as she pleaded with me--as she begged me to do the impossible. How could I let her go? How could I let my summer go? She was everything good in my life; the only sun in my world, the brightest star in my universe."Not yet," I replied, but that was a lie. I would never let her go. I was going to hold onto that girl for as long as I could. And the minute I couldn't, I was going with her. Because there's no life without her and there's no life after her. Not for me. *** Coming soon***…

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A collection of poems by Mystiqueish. 🤎…