Dear diary, 2 years have passed. Remy ran in, squeaking excitedly jazzing into my eyes sockets. Bert gave me a quizzical look. Then Remy scurries away, when he returns he's carrying a giant pearl that reflects the dirt nicely. I assume he got from one dumpster flight. He squeaks some more holding the pearl out in front of me. Bert is still looking at me quizzically. He floats away only to return an hour later with some magnificent flowers. He places the flowers atop my head. And squeaks once more then floats off. A couple of hours later he's back with unlit candles atop his back. He places it around the inside of the grave. Bert stares as Remy places the candles. I sit silent as Remy floats up to my face and squeaks profusely, then in a sudden rush he presses his face to mine. Bert was delighted by this that he made sure to take photos to preserve the love in the moment.
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Rennifer
RomanceThis is a love story between a rat and a human. Me and a friend decided to base the characters off props from a haunted house we were working at, the story makes close to no sense but it gave us some good laughs so I decided to share it.
