Flowers

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In a field filled with flowers of all kinds sat two five year old girls. A little further away, sitting in eyesight was the mothers of the girls.

As the brunette reached down to pick a flower, she could feel a flower crown (what which she later discovered had blue, purple, indigo and white flowers in it) being placed upon her head by her blonde friend. The brunette giggled softly to herself while working on her own flower crown. Earlier the brunette had placed a flower crown that she had made herself upon the blonde's own head, fashioned with red, pink yellow and white flowers.

The two five year olds were working on their second flower crowns while talking about whatever it is two five year olds would talk about as summer provided life. Once they were done they raced each other to where their mothers sat chatting, careful not to ruin any of the flowers interacatly woven in. They each swelled with pride as they set their respective flower crowns on their mothers heads.

They then dashed around in the flower field playing tag as the warm summer sun shined down. And in that moment, for the four people in that one flower field, there was nothing but pure, innocent happiness.

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I have three more oneshots I'm working on, 2 will be fluff and 1 will be angst because I can't help myself.

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