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Jane's Flower
Jane had always been a lonely kid. She felt his eye had been burnt, her brain damaged from the minute he had been born. The world twisted and deformed, until people were mere insects, and animals were objects. Detachment seemed normal, despite the horrified looks her mother gave him. Even when “I wish I knew what was wrong with her” slowly drifted on the lazy summer breeze, finding its way into Jane's room. The kids at school didn’t want to bother with the quiet kid, and sooner or later the teacher would have to give up too. Friendships were ticking time bombs, and familial relationships could break with a few simple words. From a young age, the girl’s brain was filled with these cynical thoughts. Jane accepted this as the truth of life.
Perhaps, from the start, Jane’s story couldn’t have been called normal. Meeting Lex had only been another bizarre aspect of her life. After all, many people don’t meet mermaids in their lifetime, but the naive girl had been a true miracle, both to modern science and Jane. The arrival of Lex would never shift the world, and tilt the human girl's brain into chaos. Her universal truth only became more apparent as the years passed, an unfortunate curse inlaid in her nature. Yet, maybe, just maybe, in Jane’s own twisted way, she would learn to love, learn to reach her own happiness. What Jane had thought was a forgotten field, poison lying in its soil, Lex had grown an unlikely flower.
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