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The Blooming Season
In the misty, secret-laden town of Elowen Ridge, Sera Wynn runs a quiet flower shop with an extraordinary secret—she can sense and manipulate emotions through the language of flowers. Her peaceful life is upended when Lina Moray, a bold and intuitive journalist, arrives chasing whispers of healing bouquets and emotional miracles. But as feelings bloom between them, so do darker forces rooted deep in Sera’s mysterious past. When a cursed flower with a cryptic message appears, Sera must unearth generations of buried secrets, confront others with powers like hers, and choose between protecting her gift or surrendering to it. In a world where flowers feel, remember, and betray, love might be the most dangerous thing of all.

The Blooming Season

It had been one month since The Blooming House opened its doors.

What once was an abandoned greenhouse now pulsed with life: poetry nights lit by lanterns, herbal workshops hosted by elders, art exhibits from teens who had never felt safe sharing their work before. Sera had created a haven—unintentionally at first, but with growing purpose.

Still, she felt the itch of something unfinished.

"I can't shake it," she told Lina over breakfast, their mugs steaming between them. "There's more. Beyond this town. Beyond the greenhouse."

Lina chewed thoughtfully on a piece of toast. "Then maybe it's time to look outward. The foundation is strong enough to stand without you every second."

"I know," Lina said. "And sometimes the best way to love something… is to trust it will grow even when you're not hovering over it."

The idea settled into Sera's mind slowly. That day, she took a walk—down the creek path, past the library, to the edge of town where the bus station sat mostly unused.

She remembered the other letters. The networks Celeste had been part of. Shelters, sanctuaries, whispers across state lines. Places where women like her still needed safety. Voices still unheard.

That evening, Mira joined her at the greenhouse after closing. Together they spread out the maps, contact lists, and old journals Celeste had left behind.

"There's a shelter in Oregon that hasn't reopened since the pandemic," Mira said, pointing at a red dot on the map. "Another in New Mexico that lost funding. They need someone like you."

"And this greenhouse?" Sera asked.

"I can manage it," Mira said. "With the volunteers. With Lina."

Sera's chest tightened, but it wasn't fear—it was love stretching wider.

She walked home through twilight, the town quiet and warm around her.

That night, she told Lina her decision. They sat on the porch swing, tangled in blankets.

"I want to go," she said. "Just for a while. Rebuild what Celeste started elsewhere."

Lina looked at her, something soft and brave behind her eyes.

"Then go," she said. "And come back to me."

They held each other under the stars, no words needed.

The next morning, Sera packed a duffel bag and a backpack filled with letters, seeds, sketches, and stories. Before boarding the bus, she pressed a single blue orchid into Lina's hands.

"For the windowsill," she whispered.

Lina smiled through tears. "For every morning you're not here."

And with that, Sera stepped onto the bus—not to leave home behind, but to carry it with her. In every root she would plant, in every girl she would help bloom.

Chapter 22: Seeds of Change