The bells chimed loudly over head they fell on deaf ears. A blue flower cradled carefully in claws, his gift was dying. His forget me not flowers falling and wilting. What happened to his friend? These flowers were meant to last until the end, until one forgot the other. Had he been forgotten?
He gently placed the flower on the ground pulling out his phone. What was his friends' number? He pulled up his contact list and stared at it. What was his name? Another flower fell, sadly kissing the ground.
His friend had not forgotten him, he has forgotten him. What did he look like? He had to remember, had to, this was the most important thing. His eyes were different colors, he knew that. What color though? He had one arm, was it his left or right? His favorite animal was a livestock animal. He loved growing plants. Weren't his favorites tomatoes?
Yes, tomatoes, his friend loved growing tomatoes and his favorite animal was the goat. Wait, there was a goat in his contacts.
The forget me nots seemed to lift back upwards as he remembered.
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Fingers brushed the rejuvenated leaves. Ren had forgotten him, but his little clues had reminded him. The wilting forget me not was becoming more common nowadays. No longer did he panic and drive over, he waited for the text now. "I almost forgot." Quietly he deleted it knowing Ren would feel bad if he saw it. Tomorrow a new one will come in anyway.
One day they will stop and he will bury the forget me not in his tomato garden. Ren will forget the forget me nots.
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Dream Smp short stories
FanfictionWhy? Because idea's keep poping into my head. Likely to have a lot of wholesome, there is so much angst I need wholesome in my life! Requests maybe
