Fleeing The Past || PURPLEPHONE

Forgiving and Forgetting. But Mainly Forgetting.

Scott whistled to himself as he walked down the street. It was Valentine's Day, and everyone was bustling about, buying gifts and cards and flowers and little chocolate hearts. He watched with some amusement as a bunch of teenage girls fought over the last of a "To My Very Best Boyfriend" card.

He opened the door to a store and went over his list of things to get in his head. He wandered up and down the isles, grabbing everything he needed and sighed. He was glad that he didn't have a significant other to have to buy things for... Then again... He'd always thought it'd be nice just to have some company... Someone to snuggle up on the couch and watch cheesy movies with. Someone who really loved him.
An image flashed into his mind.

The door was sliding closed, and for the last time he looked up and smiled that sweet smile. "I love you, Scott."

Scott dropped his groceries with a loud smash, the loud noise shaking him back into reality. He didn't even pick the smashed jars and dinted cans back up, he just walked out of the store. No more memories. Please. He couldn't handle memories.

He shook his head. No, he'd left that place. Left behind those memories. Nobody here knew about Freddy Fazbear's, or that purple man who had saved Scott's life, but broken his heart. He hadn't attended his funeral. Didn't want to see his body... Wanted his last memories of him to be alive...

He cursed loudly, gaining some glares from the other residents. "Shut up, Scott! He. Is. Dead, and you've spent 5 years trying to forget him. Don't let it all come crashing down now," he muttered angrily to himself, and headed back home.