There was once a girl with a flower for a mouth.
Everywhere she went, people would smell the scent of her flower.
Sweet words would flow out of her throat like syrup coating a dessert.
People would gather to breathe in her aroma.
She felt proud of her distinct feature, so she always talked, always stayed out.
However, after some time, people got used to the scent, and even started to grow tired of it.
It wasn’t special anymore, it became a regular occurrence, one that became irritating to them.
So when the girl started to talk, they ignored her.
When the girl came closer, they avoided her.
The girl, confused, looked around the room full of people who used to surround her, now...