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Gifts

❝One lighter to light up your cigarette.




Two flowers to adorn your hair.




Three paint tubes to color your life.




Four paintbrushes to start your project.




Five letters to let you know everything.❞




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Samantha was always lost in her own world, barely paying attention to her surroundings. That is, until a boy two years older than her trips on her. Then everything snapped inside of her as she shoved him away and started walking. Of course, she couldn't ignore that little bruises and cuts on her knees from when she fell on the pavement. Obviously, the boy, being the gentleman he is, helped her get to the local park, where she could sit.




Samantha was already waiting for the moment that she starts to doze off, her imagination getting the best of her. Surprisingly, it never came. Instead she found herself glancing at the nervous and anxious boy at her side.




"Something's wrong?" He asks frowning when he noticed her glancing at him. She couldn't help but smile a little, because even though he was frowning he looked so cute.




"Nothing," She lies easily, glancing away from a moment. "Well, I mean, you can go if you want."




"No, no, it's fine!" He assured her quickly.




"Okay," She replies, looking at the kids in the swings.




Pretty much after she commented about how she wished she was a child again, everything started to change.




And that's how they became friends.










They were like French fries and salt -we all know you love French fries with salt. Inseparable. They were both more alike than they thought. Really.




But one day, he disappeared and she was left confused and hurt. Lost, broken, angry and frustrated -too many emotions.




And the only thing that he left was one lighter, two flowers, three paint tubes, four brushes and five confessions.










Samantha found the lighter on their spot at the park, when they first met. She hid behind the tree and sat on the root of the tree. And as she looked up at the green leaves far, far away, she sighed, frustrated. A little glint catches her eye, and sure enough it was a lighter, those one with really cool designs. Zippo. It said, and it was a skull with flowers. Then she noticed a note on it and she snatched it, reading it.










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