My Mind Is An Odd Place: A Collection of Mostly Sad, Odd Stories.

Don't Forget Me.

I fiddled with the hem of my shirt smiling lightly. Thoughts dashed around my head, and rushed down to my heart, making it flutter. I looked up to the clear night sky, with each star flickering, shining and telling their own story silently. I whispered a few thoughts under my breath, sending them to the atmosphere. I finished it off with"Today was an okay day for once.", giggling a bit. 

Turning back to my shirt, I notice a loose thread. I tug on it, but the stubborn little thing doesn't budge. "I'll take care of it in a bit." I mumble under my breath. I turned on my roof, and slowly climbed back on the rough ground to my window. I slowly lifted the edge to not make any sounds, and then jumped onto my soft bed. The room was at least twenty degrees warmer than it was outside, and it fogged up my glasses. With a huff, and a quick gesture, I grabbed my glasses off my face cleared the condensation. While I was almost completely blind, I noticed something sitting on my desk that hadn't been there before.

It was shining, just barely under my dim lamp. Who put it there? I wondered to no one in particular. I threw my glasses back on and saw there was a note with a plastic ring attached to it. I furrowed my brows, and slowly got up to see what the note said. Unfolding it, I saw there was only three simple words scribbled, almost like in a hurry, on the torn page. "Don't forget me." 

I looked closer at the ring. It was a small silver band, with an over exaggerated large, purple plastic gem sitting in the middle with a cute little silver design encasing in. It looked like anything you would find from a vending machine for kids, mostly little girls, looking for something to play princess in. Why was this here? And who didn't want to be forgotten? 

I flopped back onto my bed, examining the ring further. I couldn't find anything, so I tried texting my boyfriend about it. 

Me: Hey, you still up?

Me: It's only 9:36, don't tell me you already crashed??

Me: ?

I shook it off as nothing when he didn't reply, and just expected to get a reply in the morning like usual. It was still weird though. Where did the note even come from, and when? I fell asleep, uneasily, not sure of what to think. 

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I wake up, and groggily roll over, grabbing my phone. I expected to see a text to two from my boyfriend, but there was nothing. Though I still brush it off as nothing, thinking he's just busy. It is the weekend after all. He'll probably get back to me before the day ends. 

Smiling at the thought of talking to him again, I start my day, just like any other day with its normal routine. I hang out with some friends, see a movie for the first time in who knows how long, and get home late to rush some last minute homework. 

Opening my phone to play some music, I notice he still hasn't texted back. That's odd... I thought to myself, pulling open my texts. I notice that he's read all of them. "What's going on here..." I say into the thin air, starting to surround and suffocate me. I open up his profile on my phone and call him. 

Ring...ring..ring... Oh come on please pick up... ring... ring.. click... "Did you get my note?" A voice asks through the speaker.

"What? Hey were you busy today?" I ask into the phone.

"Did you get my note?" My boyfriend repeats. For a second, I'm confused on what he means, but then I realize. The note on my desk was from him.

"Oh so that was from you! I got so worried someone broke in randomly and left it! What did it mean anyways?" I said, half laughing, but worried at the same time, anxious for an answer. 

"I'm leaving. I can't say anything else. I'm sorry, and I love you." He replies.

"Wait what-" I'm cut off but the three beeps signaling an ended call. My heart starts to race and my stomach does a few flips. I try calling him back. Voice mail. I try again, and again. There's no response. I start to unconsciously cry, and text him a few times, telling him none of this is funny. 

Sobbing throughout the night, hiccuping and squeezing my pillow, I remember the ring. I grab it desperately and hold onto it as if it was my life line. Shaking, I slide it onto my ring finger, and cry harder seeing it glimmer in the light. It reminded me of his warm, shining eyes that would always comfort me in times like these. 

I didn't fall asleep until I passed out from exhaustion. For weeks, I waited watching my phone, expecting this all to be some kind of cruel joke he was playing on me, testing me. I never got a response. He never showed up to school again. It took me a long, long time to get over him. But I have never forgotten him. No, I will never forget him. I still keep that plastic ring in a secure jewelry box next to my engagement ring to remind me of two big parts of my life. One challenging, and one bringing me up from the gloom brought by that challenge. 

Along side it is his note, with those scribbled words, "Never forget me...".