pain, abuse, and suffering, was a norm for cecil. he was born in a lab - with no idea who his parents were, or even if he had any.

the only warmth in that place was a small flower. the flower wasn't an ordinary one. it didn't wilt, or need any water. it's floral scent was the only thing he had that hit close to home. it had been by his side since he first opened his eyes.

cecil had scars scattered all over his body. he grew to be terrified of anyone that came near; his first instinct being fight or flight.

but one day, luck shone down on him. a group of armed forces found out about the lab and it's cruel activities, immediately putting a stop to it. they saved every creature and experiment from the place, providing them with a comfortable shelter.

for cecil, that was an orphanage.

he spent a few months there, with little to no friends. he was too afraid of people to have any. so he was mostly by himself.

until someone adopted him.

when he first met you, his first thought was -

they smell like my flower.