All Chapters of Her Bloom Isn’t Red Anymore: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter 20: Love Me Like You’ll Still Be Here Tomorrow

Chapter 20: Love Me Like You’ll Still Be Here Tomorrow Aria woke to warmth that wasn’t sunlight. Her eyes stayed closed, but she could feel Jules — bare skin against her back, breath soft against her shoulder. Fingers drifted lazily across her stomach, not trying to wake her, just tracing lines only Jules could see. It started as comfort. Then it changed. Jules’s fingertips moved slower. More intentionally. They circled her navel, slid down and paused just above the hem of the shirt Aria hadn’t bothered to button. It had slipped open sometime in the night. So had everything else. Aria’s breath caught. Her mind flashed to the way Jules touched her last night. Finger inside her. Lips everywhere. The way she whimpered into Jules’s mouth when she came, how her hips had moved on their own, how good it had felt to be seen and wanted and held all at once. She bit her lip without meaning to. Jules noticed. She always noticed. Jules shifted closer, her hand now gliding up instead, draggi

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Chapter 21: This Is What Safety Feels Like In Skin

Chapter 21: This Is What Safety Feels Like In Skin Jules didn’t move off of her. She stayed close, skin warm and breath slower now, but her fingers still traced light, slow circles on Aria’s thigh like she wasn’t ready to stop. Aria blinked at the ceiling, cheeks still flushed, body still humming. She didn’t speak, didn’t shift, didn’t try to explain what that had been or what it meant. Jules leaned in and kissed her softly just below her ear. “Still breathing?” Aria smiled without answering. She just nodded and let her eyes fall shut again. Jules rolled onto her side and pulled Aria against her chest like it was the most natural thing in the world. Aria could feel the shape of her shoulder, the warmth of her collarbone, the subtle shift of Jules’ fingers brushing against her hip. “I think I broke something in me,” Aria whispered. Jules laughed into her hair. “You didn’t break. You bloomed.” “That’s not helping.” “You’re the one who asked for two fingers this time.” Aria groan

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Chapter 22: We Shouldn’t Have. But God, We Did Anyway

Chapter 22: We Shouldn’t Have. But God, We Did Anyway Aria remembered the way Jules used to kiss her — like she already knew all the parts of her that mattered. Even back then, even when things weren’t supposed to be serious, it always felt like Jules was holding something back. Not out of disinterest. Not out of detachment. But because she was scared of what might happen if she didn’t. It was easier before Dominic. Before she tried to do the “right” thing. The grown - up thing. She wanted something simple, stable, something without the weight of history and emotion. She wanted something that wouldn’t ruin her if it ended. That’s what Dominic was supposed to be. Someone she liked. Someone who seemed sweet. He asked her out in the quietest voice and looked nervous when she said yes. She wanted it to work. God, she really did. But she didn’t expect how time with Dominic would feel more like waiting than living. They had been dating two months and only kissed once — on the cheek. Th

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Chapter 23: She Touched Me Like I Belonged To Her

Chapter 23: She Touched Me Like I Belonged To Her Jules had invited her out like it was nothing. A coffee shop Aria hadn’t been to before, small and tucked between a tattoo studio and a plant shop that smelled like sage and citrus. No pressure. No loaded intentions. Just a simple message on a Thursday morning while the sky outside looked like a half - finished painting in pale greys and almost - blues. The kind of place where no one rushed, where light pooled on every surface and it was okay to sit without saying anything for a while. Aria stirred her drink without sipping. Jules just watched her, waiting. She always waited. Aria responded faster than she should have. Yeah, I could use that. A pause. Then another text. Thanks for asking. The café wasn’t far. It wasn’t special either — just some quiet corner spot with half - dead plants in the windows and chipped white mugs that never matched. But they always sat near the back, where the music was low and the world could shrink jus

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Chapter 24: She Was Falling Apart, But In Bloom Too

Chapter 24: She Was Falling Apart, But In Bloom Too The morning dragged itself out like the sky was caught between a sigh and a storm. Rain fell in slow, uneven drops, wetting the cracked sidewalks and washing the city in a soft gray haze. Aria pulled her umbrella low over her head, its worn nylon barely keeping the chill off. The streets were almost empty, quiet except for the steady tap of rain on pavement and the distant hum of a city reluctant to wake. She moved with a weight pressing down on her chest — like the sky was folding in on itself and she was caught in the middle. She didn’t know where she was going. Not really. Her boots splashed through puddles, careless and cold, as if the water couldn’t reach inside her. Passing the old bookstore next to the café — a place usually closed on Mondays — Aria blinked. The door was cracked open, just enough for a shadow to slip through. She stopped, heart skipping. The air smelled of damp paper and something sharper underneath. Metal?

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Chapter 25: Don’t Trust The Fruit. Don’t Trust The Flowers.

Chapter 25: Don’t Trust The Fruit. Don’t Trust The Flowers. Aria jolted awake, heart already racing like it had never stopped beating from some forgotten nightmare. Her breath came fast, damp hair clinging to her forehead. The rain outside was still going, soft now, more like static against the glass than an actual storm. Her apartment smelled like damp earth and charged air — like the ground right before lightning hits. She sat up slowly, wincing. Her limbs were stiff, like she’d slept with tension coiled too tight. She looked toward the window. The flowers were different. The four glowing red blossoms — the ones that had pulsed gently for weeks, always four, no more — had changed. There were six now. Two new petals had unfurled overnight. Quietly. Without warning. She blinked, breath catching. The fifth looked newer, less confident in its shape, but the sixth… The sixth pulsed stronger than the others. Brighter. And underneath that red light, the glass of the window had start

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Chapter 26: When Shadows Bloom and Mirrors Break the Silence

Chapter 26: When Shadows Bloom and Mirrors Break the Silence The streets were slick with rain, reflecting neon and streetlights in fractured puddles. Phones buzzed in pockets, notifications piling up and disappearing as if the city itself couldn’t keep up. Aria’s own phone glowed, alerts from Jules, Niko, and unseen warnings scrolling too fast to read. Every flicker, every stutter of light, made her pulse tighten. Somewhere nearby, Mrs. Yune moved through alleys and abandoned corridors, a predator in human skin. The hunger inside her had sharpened to an edge that could cut through instinct, memory, and conscience alike. Faces she once knew passed too slowly for her control, each step a calculation, each movement precise, silent. Nothing escaped her notice, and nothing could stop her. Meanwhile, hidden in apartments across the city, the goddess lingered. Chains bit into her wrists, fluorescent lights glinting off her pale skin and pink hair, glowing faintly like embers. Her finger

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Chapter 27: I Trusted Her Before I Knew Her Name

Chapter 27: I Trusted Her Before I Knew Her Name The sky hadn’t changed, but Aria had. She stood barefoot in the apartment, staring at the tenth bloom. It had pushed through the cracks in her ceiling like it was meant to be there. Its petals were long, curled, slick with some kind of dew that shimmered when she moved her head. Ten of them now. Ten different blooms. Ten different colors, shapes, textures — none of them natural, none of them replicable. Each of them pulsing, quietly alive. She didn’t know what to feel. She counted them again like she was trying to prove it wasn’t real. One by the mirror. One behind the bookshelf. One blooming from the hallway tile. Two inside the wall by the kitchen. One growing at the foot of her bed. Another on the ceiling above her closet, slightly translucent. The eighth one was wedged into the corner of her bathroom mirror, and the ninth one, newly opened, was unfurling above the fridge like it had always been there. But the tenth — the tenth

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Chapter 28: Hugging Strangers, Listening To Stories, Packing Life Behind

Chapter 28: Hugging Strangers, Listening To Stories, Packing Life Behind Aria stayed quiet as they stepped into her apartment. The familiar hum of the refrigerator, the soft buzz of her phone notifications, the faint drip from the leaky window sill — it all felt heavier now, somehow sharper. She had no idea why her stomach twisted like this, her chest beating faster than normal. Selene moved beside her with the kind of calm precision that made the air feel denser, almost magnetic, and Aria couldn’t help the small shiver that ran down her spine. Selene stopped, turned, and without hesitation, wrapped her arms around Aria. The hug was firm, deliberate, carrying a sharp, cold edge — but strangely familiar — and it pulled something loose in Aria she didn’t know she had. She should have pulled away. She should have kept her distance. Rational thought told her to retreat, but her heart beat faster than her mind could process. Slowly, instinctively, she returned the hug, pressing closer,

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Chapter 29: Leaving Behind Shadows, Finding Light in Unexpected Places

Chapter 29: Leaving Behind Shadows, Finding Light in Unexpected Places The morning light filtered through the blinds, cutting thin lines across the apartment floor. Aria’s phone buzzed quietly on the counter, a reminder of an email she hadn’t yet answered and a notification from her messaging app blinking insistently. She ignored it for now, letting the hum of the refrigerator and the occasional siren from the street outside fill the space. Her laptop sat open on the desk, half - charged and forgotten, displaying a blank document where she had started notes for a sketch she never finished. A soft ping from a news alert brought her attention briefly, but she shut the tab, unwilling to let the world press in. The rain from last night had left the pavement slick, and the faint smell of wet asphalt drifted through the slightly cracked window. Her duffel bag leaned against the wall, partially packed, waiting. Clothes folded, sketchbooks stacked, a few small mementos carefully nestled i

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