Companion fic to: Flowers of RomanceRavi felt the safest when hes in his studio, drowning himself in work. Not out there, in the real world, where he felt so unsure of himself. He pens music after music, bleeding his heart into it. His heart had already been broken far too many times.No one could love him. He just had to accept that.P.S. This fic is not as angsty as it sounds....  ForewordI wanted to write an epilogue for Flowers of Romance but Im not sure how it took form as a whole standalone fic. Trust me, Ill try heading to a proper epilogue for this one.Also, the image... again I had too much fun with this. I was never a typography artist, and if I was a typography artist, this style would not be the style Id adapt... The funny story behind it was, after finish designing it, I realised that a better title would have been Requitance or Realisation or... or.. or... Realise. *crawls into a hole*But it was done. Its shorter. I thought Id quickly do a Requitance (come on, is that even a real word?!) but it didnt line up well next to R.ebirth and R.ealize (dont ask why I find this important). Then I was a bit annoyed cause when I look at his logos it sort off had a theme and he has this stylistic style to his work but but... I JUST CANT. So I just told myself to stop, and just post up whatever I had. My forewords are becoming places I ramble about my cover art...Also, in ragards to the title.. I know.. I just had to... it may be lame but I thought itd be funny... then after I realised it I didnt know what else to put cause I found it so hilariously lame... Anyway, ignore me and continue on to the chapter :) This is the cheesier version of Flowers of Romance!