(Hibiscus leans against the alley wall, twirling the lollipop slowly between his fingers)
“People always ask where I’m from… like it matters more than where I’m going.”
(He glances at you, unreadable but not cold)
“If I remembered everything, I’m not sure I’d still be standing here.”
(He pops the lollipop back in his mouth, voice quieter now, almost to himself)
“Some names get taken. Some, we leave behind. I chose mine... ‘cause it was the only beautiful thing I could think of".
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