She was the "I hate you" kind of girl.
He was the "You know you love me" kind of boy.
They would tease each other and joke together.
But this isn't a love story.
Because then, after he said "I hate myself",
She was at his gravestone and whispered "...
Hello, Sweet peas! Welcome to the achievements of my most loved story, 𝐹𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝟣𝟫𝟩𝟢❣❣
I'm so, so, so glad to know that Flowers from 1970 won awards and I am able to present them over here.
First of all, I love all of my sweet peas and my readers. It's all because of you guys that this story got attention. And also thanks a lot to all the hosts and judges for the awesome awards I participated in. It was all their hard work to organize the awards and I'm so thankful I was able to get a slot ^^!
Without wasting anymore of your time, I present you the awards Flowers from 1970 won till now:
